Hello again! I must thank Whirlpool833 for submitting a tribute to my story and again must thank Stardxst for giving me a shoutout!
Skyla's POV:
I race down the woods following the stream. It gets wider as it goes and then, Bong, my head hit an invisible wall. The end at the arena. I ran that far? I set up camp there. I grab the throwing knives I picked up from a bloodbath victim and get frustrated; my weapon is the axe and I need one to win. But the Cornucopia is so far. An idea comes to me and I begin to find out where the tributes' camps are. I follow the river but this time with a velvet tread, scarcely making a sound. My ears are sharp and so is my nose. I hear something, a laugh, a whisper and I follow the sound making sure I don't get lost and lose the stream. I see a glint and a dark flash but that is it. I come closer and behold a sharp axe, its double blades glimmering wickedly. And, in the heat of the moment, I snatch it. Unfortunately I gave my presence away to the tributes who where hidden in the trees. They leaped out and one holding a knife and one a spear, they began to circle me. Whispering taunts come out the golden-haired girl and the dark-skinned girl is biting her lip as though she was apprehensive. I swing the axe, getting used to its weight and with the fluidity of a bird, I knock the weapons out of the girls' hands. Then, I go, dashing away, yelling "Bye!!". My hair whips around in the wind behind me and I finally reach my base. As I found it, the sky had turned gold and purple and rose gold, like my interview dress. I smile and wait for the nightly death toll. It was quiet and did not go off. My smile grows wider as I fall asleep.
Okay, please say if I got her wrong, and add some male tributes please. I do find it more fun to write about girls but we do need boys or all the boys died in the bloodbath. I don't really think that is impossible but I need the BOIS.