Dizzy Annexe
We were now on our podiums. I looked around for the other 49 tributes. 1 per state. I'm representing South Carolina in the first ever Hunger Games. I want to go home.
But I cannot. Not until everyone else is dead.
When my name was called, I thought it was a joke. I'm only 17 and I am suppose to kill kids my age. Younger.
Maybe I shall wait for the others to kill one by one.
I could hear my late mother's voice calling to me. "Dizzy, you are a survivor, you can win this."
I replayed it in my head. I can. I CAN win this. I've got a 8 in my training. Better than most. But they'll be out to get me.
I'm a danger to them.
I looked at the sword, yes, I thought, that'll be my weapon. Just in case.
But weapons are no use if you don't have any food to stop yourself starving.
The minute is nearly up. I could see that some of the other tributes are scared. I musn't let anyone see.
I have to be tough.
Last few seconds, I thought, I could be dead in a minute. I know what I have to do.
I know my gameplan.
I don't know who started it and why, it seemed like they thought it would be fun. To see 50 kids fight to the death.
It might be fun on paper but what about the lives that will go, just for entertainment?
I darted my eyes, just 6 more seconds until it starts. The first Hunger Games.
It's going to start in a second.
Will I live to tell the tale?
I wonder.
And then buzzer then sounded to start the first ever Hunger Games.
It's now or never.
