I paced around my room. Time could not ever go more slowly. Okay, that was it. I went into the bathroom at like, 29 minutes and 40-something seconds. I scrambled to find the tests. Oh my God. This isn't happening. It can't be. On the test, was a little pink plus sign.

I'm pregnant. P-R-E-G-N-A-N-T. Pregnant. How could this be? This can't be happening. This isn't happening. I must be dreaming. I am Clover Alexandra Rivers. I am going to WIN the Hunger Games. I am NOT supposed to be pregnant. I must be dreaming. I'm probably late for the Reaping. I have to wake up. I closed my eyes and pinched myself, REALLY hard. And I opened my eyes. Nothing had changed. Nothing. Except for a little blood that was dripping from the place I had pinched, nothing. Tomorrow we were going into the Arena. This can't be happening.

It can't.

"What's this?" I asked. I swept my arm away before the Peacekeeper could inject something in my arm. "It's a tracker." she explained. She held out her hand. I put my arm in it. She stuck the needle in. It stung, and then a burning sensation flooded through me, and then that tracker just shocked me. Literally. But then it was over. She finished up everyone else, and the hovercraft went up. It was like, the motion sickness that was usual for me (because I was pregnant), plus the airplane motion sickness, and then multiplied by 1,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000. I was so nauseated, I couldn't even think. I just closed my eyes, and told myself not to puke.

When we got there, I sat up, and then felt that huge wave of puke-y sensation again. I ran all the way to my Entering Room, one hand on my mouth, the other on my stomach, and threw up into the trash can. Alovera was there. When I was done, I looked up. He simply was looking at me.

"Well, whadda you want?"I snapped. He held his gaze. "When you get in there, you have to find shelter. Water and food will be your top priority in there." he said. "What are you, my mentor?" "I know, Clove. About...this." he pulled out a test from his pocket. I begged him not to tell anyone. He promised he wouldn't. And then this creepy voice told me I had 10 seconds left. I quickly put on my jacket, and I got in the thing. The last thing I saw was Alovera mouthing at me,"Good luck." I nodded. Then I turned around, and I was blinded by a bright white light. My eyes got used to it quickly. Then there was the countdown. Iy was already at 45. I quickly scanned the Cornucopia. Food, water, backpacks, weapons, bow and arrow, knives, spears, swords-wait a minute. KNIVES! They were all together in a stack. There HAD to be at least 100. There were more than I'd ever seen in my entire life! I looked over at the tributes. That boy from 4 was going to die. The girl? Eh, maybe she'll be useful. But we'll see. The girl from 1? I'm going to keep her alive for now. For NOW. The boy from 1 might be okay. I looked over at Cato. He looked perfect. His perfect muscles, his determined look in his eyes, his golden hair, the way his legs look when he's running... wait-running? I looked around and realized the Games had begun. CRACK! I just missed a good 10-second head start. I started running for the knives. I picked them up, and clipped them to the inner side of my jacket. I turned around and found a girl trying to take a big knife. No. That's mine. I got the ugliest knife I had (not wanting to waste a knife on a dumb girl like her) and threw it at her, knowing with certainty it would find it's target. And it did. She turned around the moment I let it fly (which was expected) and therefore it hit her dead center in the heart (also expected). She fell down immediately, dead. I picked up the knife she had, and threw it at her district partner. He fell down, too. Presumably dead. I whipped around, hearing signs of a struggle. I saw a boy fighting with a girl for an orange backpack. I whipped out a knife and flung it at him. It caught him square in the back of his neck. His head rolled back, and he fell forward. I saw the girl swing the backpack over her shoulder, and then she locked eyes with me. Her eyes filled with fear. I smiled. She turned around and ran pretty fast. I stumbled to keep up with her, but I got tired really quickly, which was weird because I could usually run miles before getting tired. Stupid baby. So I threw a knife at her. It was a great shot, considering both of us were running and it was a 70-yard shot. It was aimed straight at the side of her neck, but she was smarter than I had expected. She hiked her backpack up and blocked it. CRACK! I just missed AND gave her a knife! STUPID! But I turned around, surprised that most of the Tributes were dead. I saw a girl trying to take a set of knives. No, girl. Those are mine, too. I was always best when it came to scaring the heck out to people. I crept up on her, and put my knife to her throat.

"What exactly are you trying to do, taking my knives?" I asked. "NO! I-I-I-I'm sorry. P-p-p-p-please don't kill me." she sobbed.

"Here's what I'll do," I said in a sugar sweet voice. "I'll let you choose one knife. But you have to promise me you will never try to kill me, or convince anyone to kill me." I said. "Y-Y-Y-YES! Thank you! I-I-I-I promise!" she screamed.

"Well, then. Choose your knife." I smiled, my knife still to her throat. "That one." she pointed at the one that had the longest, sharpest blade. "Ah, that one? Such a shame. It was a pretty one. Too bad it has to be wasted on you." I whispered.

"P-p-p-please let me go now." she trembled. My smile faded. My voice changed to a more menacing one. "You said you wanted a knife. You never specified that you wanted to get out alive!" "NOO!" she screamed as I plunged the knife into her neck, and I released her. I smiled, and I turned around as I heard a gasp. I saw the boy from 4. I threw a knife without hesitance. I turned back to see where Cato was. He was fighting off a big guy, from 11, when I saw the boy from 9 coming from behind.

"CATO!" I screamed. But he didn't hear me. And it was too late.

OMG, CLIFFHANGER! Oh, by the way guys, this story will have an ALTERNATE ending. It will NOT end like the Hunger Games. Heehee. That probably got your minds rolling, especially with this cliffhanger. So PLEASE review, and tell this story to your friends. I need to give some credit to zuritamupaka because some parts of my story sound very similar to hers. And I hope you guys like it! I may not be updating a lot, but I go to school, and it's VERY hard. So please, keep supporting me, and REVIEW! I'M GOING FOR 10 REVIEWS BY CHAPTER 8! And thank you to all of those who DID review, PLEASE keep doing so! Thank you! 3, DramaBlaze.