That was the reason I was here right now, running, still running. I wonder what my family was thinking. Maybe that I was a crazy outcast (true), going to die (hopefully not true, but probable), or maybe they were just worried (I hoped not, that would just make things harder to bear).
Well, I would make history, that was for sure. I could hear Caesar Flickerman in my head as I grimace, imagining what he would say... "First Capitol girl to compete in the Hunger Games! Little ironic, eh?" I cringe, and hope the cameras aren't on me. As I keep sprinting, I keep an eye on things around me. My shoes are getting soggy, and my breath is ragged and tired. I will stop in a minute, I promise my lungs.
Pretty soon I do stop, and clear out a spot where no one can find me. I make a small fire out of the dirty leaves and sticks nearby. I look around for the first time since leaving the Cornucopia. I shiver, remembering it.
About six hours earlier, I had left my spot and rushed toward the Cornucopia. I had been running my whole life, so I was the fastest, except for a District Six girl. When I got there, for a nanosecond we bth looked at each other. Then we each turned away, grabbed either a backpack (me) or a scary-looking dagger with shie and sharp edges(her). I didn't think she was capable of killing someone with that, partly because she was about four feet tall, and partly because of her eyes.
Her eyes were soft golden brown. They whispered, Come with me. I am safe. I won't hurt you. It scared me how safe she looked. I longed to hold her hand, to tell her scared, safe, innocent eyes that everything would be okay. But, I knew that would mean sorrow later or death later. So I turned when she did.
A Career caught up to us at the Cornucopia. HEEEEYAAAAAH! He tried to grab a dagger and kill the little Six girl, but she ducked and ran to the woods. I had about a sixteenth of a second before he would've tried me, too. So I grabbed the backpack and ran after Six.
In the woods, I couldn't find her. So I ran in a direction and ran and ran, and now here I was.
I sigh. Everything here is dark and gray and brown and gross. I realize I am sitting directly into... the mud. I sigh again. Who cares what I look like down here?
For the first time, I realize I am starving. I zip open the brown bag quickly, and clumsily pour our the contents onto my tired legs. Water, thankfully, tumbles out first. I gulp it all down, because I am just that dumb. I soon regret it, because the fire is burning my mouth and making it feel on fire. The rest of the stuff in the bag is great too, except the matches. I can make a fire in my sleep with just some sticks, rocks, and oxygen. Oh well- maybe I'll find some use for them. I find a blanket, which I'll need since the temperature in this gray hell is dropping by the second. There is a small dagger, which doesn't even start to compare to the huge one Six grabbed earlier, but will come in handy nonetheless. At this rate, even more, since I have no food, water- and no shelter- from the predicted Seneca Crane weapon/deadly bee/hallucination attack, I now notice.
I gulploudly, and now, like the water, regret my stupid actions. Think, Opal, think before you kill yourself being stupid, I tell myself. I wish I weren't here, and actually I long for the stupid Capitol, but soon I remember why I am here, and get myself determined that I will win.