District Eleven: Thresh Nolan
When the gong sounds, I run towards the drop-off, hoping I won't get killed in whatever is below. I grab a pack along the way. When I reach the edge, I see it a field as far as you can see. Thank God! I jump over and run until I am too tired. When I was jumping off, I noticed the different colored patches. Right now I am in a golden patch. The wheat is about two inches below my shoulders. I pick some off and put it in my mouth. It's the extra grain they give us if we harvest too much. I strip the whole section of grain and throw it into a little pocket in my pack. I sit down and figure I better go through it now. In the biggest pocket, there is a gallon of water, 3 packs of dried beef and fruit, a small bowl and a knife. A smile creeps up on my face and I think, "I made out good!" The smaller pocket contains the grain, so I take it all out and put it in the bowl and replace it in the pocket again. I realize, I might be able to win this.