This is the first round for Kathy Jaboodi D5 and Heather Morris D7. I hope you enjoy!

Kathy Jaboodi

I'm terrified. I am transported to the underground chamber where I will spend the last few minutes of my life, all alone in a cold claustrophobic room. I can't contain myself. I'm violently shivering and I don't have a clue how I'm going to hold a weapon in this state. Come on Kathy! You can do it! But I can't, I can't. I'm going to die.

Our district's terrain is grassland. It won't be too cold or hot but will be very windy. I put on my coat that they have laid out for me. It's a green coat with an orange lining. Why would we need to wear something like this? Oh well, I'm going to die so what's the problem? The door in the corner slowly slides open and I jump. It took me by surprise. I'm going to be taken aback by much more in the arena directly above my head.

I walk over to it and get inside my death capsule. I can hardly keep a straight line of sight. I'm shaking like a crazy person and I'm trying to do up my zip but I just can't. It's too hard. My podium begins to rise which nearly makes me fall over. I try to resist the rising of the podium by attempting to claw away at the sides of my glass tube but it's just so use.

I rise onto a wide plain. I can see 23 other terrified girls all around me. To my left, a 12 year old who looks even worse than I do and to my right, an 18 year old who is looking straight at me and pointing. Oh god, she's going to kill me. I see a knife about 5 metres away from my podium. A knife! They must have put it out just for me. The countdown from 60 begins and all I do for the first 30 seconds is compose myself. I can do this I keep telling myself. Can I though? Yes you can Kathy, you can do it. You can kill that 18 year old to your left and you can win from your district. You know you can. Come on.

30 seconds left. Right, get the knife, kill the 18 year old to my left.

15.

10.

5.

GOOONG goes the gong and I shoot of my podium and pick up that knife. I quickly turn around and throw the knife at the 18 year old next to me. It slices through her neck and she falls over straight away, splattering blood all over me! Yes! I killed someone! I can do this, I can win.

I turn around and run further in and find another knife. I run my finger along the blade feeling it and judging it's weight. It's a bit lighter than the last one so I won't have to throw as hard.

I must be looking at it for too long. Someone impales a sword into my stomach.

It's so painful I can't feel it. I step back and look down. It's there then my killer takes the sword out. Right then this is the end. Blood is pouring like a waterfall out of my abdomen. I fall to my knees. I look up at my killer and am shocked to see it's Wendy from the orphanage. My friend! I look into her deep eyes, tears welling in those deep pools. She swings the sword back and brings it through my neck.

Heather Morris D7

Today is the day. The day that i go in. The day that I am legally allowed to kill the insignificant idiots of the district. I'm enthusiastic and ready to go. I'm in my underground prep room and have put on my coat. We're District 7 so the arena should be very woody.

The door to my capsule slips open. Come on. This is going to be so fun! I jump in and I can't contain my elation. The plate begins to rise and for a second I'm blinded by the light but I quickly gain focus. In front of me I see a backpack which I decide I will pick up and in front of that I see a sword.

60 seconds.

This is going to be so good! I think I should win within an hour or so. On the television in my prep room the first victor cam through, a boy called Yoko from District 2, he won in an hour. I'm obviously better than him and superior so why can't I win in an hour. I look around the tributes. To my right is my past friend Alice who is nodding to the person to my left. She's nodding even though I can see. I look to my left and it's Lucy Sycamore. I do what no one ever does at the start and tell Lucy that I'm going to slit her throat then stamp on her lifeless body. She doesn't really react which is confusing but just shrugs it off. Only a meter away from her podium is an axe. That's not fair! My nearest weapon is about 5 meters away and it's only a blow dart. This is favoritism. Favoritism to the extreme. I'm the only one that's allowed to be the favorite because I'm the best. This is absolutely atrocious. How could the game-makers overlook me for her! I'm not even going to slit her throat now, that's too nice. I'm going to carve patterns with a knife on her face. Make her look presentable for her funeral later this week.

15 seconds.

Come on! Let's do this! I'm going to win. I'm going to win. I'm going to kill that wretched Lucy Sycamore. The insignificant pleb called Lucy.

GOOONG and I'm straight off. I don't get the backpack but go straight for the sword. I pick it up. I never realised how heavy these things were. How am I supposed to fight with this?! I swing it around a bit and my accident I hack into someone's side as they're running past. They stumble over and blood flows out their side. 1 down, 22 to go. i turn around and see Lucy and Alice looking at me. Alice is holding a knife and Lucy an axe. She has got hold of another 4 and has put them in her belt so has a good set. They run to me but instead of throwing the axe, Lucy carries on running. I ready my sword and swing at her. She ducks under and bashes my head with the handle of the axe.

Black.

I wake and I feel dizzy. I'm on the ground and look around. There's dead girls everywhere, probably about 15. Standing over me is Lucy, Alice and 2 other girls who I don't know. I quickly back up and try to stand but I stumble into someone's legs behind me. I look up and see a huge 18 year old who I think is called Josephine. I gulp.

Lucy starts to talk, "Give me 1 good reason why I shouldn't kill you right now."

She doesn't seem to like my perfectly valid answer of, "Because I have something at home to go back to and you don't yo insignificant plebeian," because now she's pinning me down. It was true! I am! I'm better than her in every way possible. I'm amazing. I'm perfect in every single way.

She's pinning me down and is sliding a knife along my cheek. She won't kill someone that's not her status. She couldn't, she wouldn't. Would she? She pierces the skin of my cheek with her knife. Ow! I squirm which makes her laugh.

"Who's in the better position now then Morris? Any last words?"

"Only that you're an insignificant retard who deserves to die!"

"Fine then," she says. She begins to slide her knife through my cheek making a line. OWWW! OW OW OW OW! This hurts so much! it's unbearable.

"I'm sorry Lucy! I'm so so so sorry Lucy! You are my superior and always have been! I was just jealous of you before!"

"I don't believer you," she admits. Oh god. Here is comes. She gets her other knife and pierces my other cheek with it. OW! This hurts so much. My eyes catch a knife to my side and I clasp it with my right hand. I get it in my hand and stab her leg. This makes her groan. Not enough to get her off me then.

"Right then, I've had enough of you you stupid bitch."

She raises her knife above her head and bringing it down onto my neck. The pain is unbearable. Why am I not dead yet?! She does it again and again until I can't feel it.

So that's the end of Kathy and Heather from Districts 5 and 7. I hope you were sad about Kathy but not so much about Heather. Next up is Danny, do you think he should survive or not? I've already written it but what do you think? Please review and follow he story and me!