District 3 female

The plate rises. We wait. I tremble. The gong sounds. And I run.

I pick up a backpack. Then there's hands on my shoulders. Someone tackles me. I scream and try to wriggle away. No use. I stare up into the hazel eyes of my district partner, Maddox.

Betrayal must register in my face, because he whispers, "I'm sorry," before he pulls the knife up to my throat.

My dying wish is for him to win. For District 3. For my family. Because I'll love them until I die.

Which, unfortunately, won't be long, because Maddox brings the knife down