As my team advances over to destroy Jessica, she must be planning something out. No one has made it this far in the Hunger Games without a strategy. "Hey Gram," I say, staring at the ground. "Yes?" Graeme replies. "Maybe we should go back around. I don't think this one is going to be very stupid."
A strange buzzing noise comes from all over. "Back up," Reed yells. "Tracker Jackers!" Grace yells back. "Yes, Tracker Jackers. Make our way to the pond." None complaining, everyone calmly went between jogging to running for their lives and screaming. "We're not going to make it!" Gram screams. Suddenly, Reed yells, "!" I was lifted up and thrown on the ground in front of them as the group continued screaming and running.
The stings were painful. Most people who lived to tell the tale of the tracker jacker never wanted to talk about it… I kept on doing my best to run, but even under all that tracker jacker venom, my body was excruciated. I didn't think anything would help me recover…
Within a few minutes, I became delusional . It was just as Katniss and Peeta described- shining lights, nothing you would see in a million years, like fire all around you.
After a 2 hours of moaning and groaning and laughing, my stomach began to rumble. Maybe I was hopeless. Maybe I wouldn't survive the hunger games. Maybe I wouldn't come out like a prince and go hug my mom and my brother. I just wish I had something to hold on to… something or someone taps my chest.
Slowly and shocked, I turn my eyeballs and life my head just 45 degrees. It was a white parachute. I opened it. Inside, was a note.