May the odds be ere in the favor of your favorite tribute.
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Madeline's POV (girl from 2)
I know I am going to die in the arena. Maybe even today. My plan is to run into the cornucopia, grab a weapon, kill a tribute, and run, even though I'll probably die before I finish just that.
I let the starter tube lift me until I'm in the arena. I look down and see that there's snow around my right is the boy from 6. I look to my right and find that it is not snowy only a few feet away. The man from 11 stands to my left in the warmer section.
I look to the cornucopia. There are only a few seconds left. Should I jump off at 1 and hope that the mines will have turned off by the time I land?
No. I'll wait.
The gong fires and i"m running to the cornucopia.
I grab a pack, then find that there is are two daggers by my feet. I snatch them up.
I feel eyes on my back. I turn and find that the girl from 6 is watching me. I think she's about a year older than I am.
She reaches down to grab a knife off the ground. While she's bent down I run over and plunge one of my daggers into her neck, then pull it out. I'm astonished to find that it's covered in blood.
The girl drops to the ground. I run off into the snow section without looking back. I know she's dead.
Marya's POV (girl from 3)
It's overwhelming around me. Two tributes have fallen, and I can't seem to get my hands on a weapon.
I hear a scream. I turn toward the sound.
In my distraction, the boy from 6 advances on me with a knife. I am knock to the ground. I struggle to pull away, but he holds firm. He plunges the knife into my heart. After a few moments the pain is gone.
Kylee's POV (girl from 9)
I can't believe I'm actually in the Hunger Games when I'm only nine. I know I won't make it out alive, but i want to survive as long as I can.
I find a spear that strayed from the cornucopia. I pick it up.
Scott, who's from my district and vowed not to kill me walks over with a pack over his shoulder. He picks me up and carries me into the Spring forest.
The cannons start firing soon after. I count them. Six. Six tributes died today.
As it grows dark I look into the sky as faces begin to appear. First is the boy from 2. He was the same age as me. Then comes the girl from 3, followed by the girl from 4. Three more. Who are they? I see the girl from 5. Perilla. She was only six. She didn't stand a chance. Next comes the girl from 6 and the girl from 11.
So much death. When will I be added?
"Go to sleep," Scott whispers. "I'll watch. Hand me your spear."
I give him my spear, then close my eyes, wishing I could be back home instead of this arena.
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Are you getting an idea of what the arena is?