"Clove stop!" Cato screams as I run down the hallway. I realized that my iPod wasn't in my backpack and I couldn't bear the thought of leaving it in the room.
Cato rushes behind me and grabs my arm so forcefully I can't move away from him. "What the hell?" I yelp, trying to pull my arm out of his grasp. "Clove listen to me. You can't go into your room. We already told you that room 40 is-"
I whip out my keys from my back pocket and unlock the door, cutting him off mid sentence. My iPod is lying on my bed with my purple earbuds still attached. Racing into the room I grab my Kate Spade adorned iPod and shove it into my back pocket, pulling the earbuds out and placing them in a separate pocket.
Just as I turn around to leave my room, the sound of metal scraping against metal fills the room. I look to Cato and his face is filled with pure horror. "Clove you.. out of… room!" I can barely make out what Cato is saying over the wretched noise.
Suddenly, a huge gust of air blows through somewhere in the room, and a force as strong as the Hulk slams me against the back wall. To my great terror, I watch as a huge gap in the floor appears, sucking out the air in the room.
Finally I'm able to put together the pieces of information that everyone was telling me. This is what Katniss meant by, 'room 40 means you die first.'
Cato screaming in the doorway is what snaps me out of my thoughts. I realize that if I stay where I am, that I will surely not live to see the morning. With as much force as I can muster, I throw myself towards the door. A current of air slams me against Cato, who pulls me out of the room through the door frame. Just before he slams the door shut, I watch as the wrought-iron bed I had been sitting on just hours before, is sucked out of the airplane through a hatch in the floor.
