Chapter 3 Survival
Bodil's pov
I looked out at all the fans, cheering us on. My first Hunger Games. Let's do this.
3…2…1…Begin.
I run out, collect a wooden sword and 2 pork chops. Simon has a leather chest plate, iron pants, and a gold helmet. I give him a pork chop. He looks at me, then tosses me the helmet.
We run to an underground cave and Simon finds a stone sword and two diamonds. I find a stick, a bow, and twelve arrows.
"Hey, Simon, I'll trade you the bow and arrows for your stone sword," I proposed. "I'll give you my wooden one too, if you want it."
Simon looks at me and his expression softens. His way of smiling. "Alright, Bodil. It's a deal."
Later in the game I learned that Simon is an amazing fighter. He is unstoppable! Even with just a little old wooden sword, he is powerful. We made it to the Death match.
There were only two other players still in the game. Simon adjusted his chestplate and looked through the glass at the other players.
"Bodil," Simon began, "there is a player in almost full iron with an enchanted bow. Take this." He passes me the iron pants he never put on. It's like he knew I would need it.
"You know, Simon, I think you are hiding something. You keep up this, this, tough person who doesn't have any emotions, but I don't think that's the real Simon."
Simon said nothing as the match started. Simon shot at a girl with a wooden sword. Bodil stabbed the full iron archer. They both died a painful death.
I screamed with delight. "WE WON THE HUNGER GAMES!"
Simon looked at me and smiled. Well, as Simon does.