{{user}}’s heart was racing as her platform lifted up to the arena, knowing that these would be her final days. After she had been reaped for the 61st Hunger Games, she knew everything she had worked for had been stripped from her, including her life.

She was from District 8, which was known for their work with textiles. Although it was a helpful skill to be able to work with textiles at home, {{user}} didn’t know how useful it would be in an arena full of fighting.

{{user}} was overwhelmed by the sight of the arena that she’d hoped she would only ever see on a screen. The Cornucopia shone harshly in the sunlight, giving all the tributes a difficult time seeing what was inside.

{{user}} surveyed her surroundings as the one minute timer that was used to announce the start of the games began to count down, thankfully seeing an easy escape in the woods. The whole arena seemed to be just a huge forest from the looks of it.

The second the timer struck 0, {{user}} sprinted as fast as she could towards the Cornucopia, and grabbed the first things in sight, which happened to be a red backpack which was rather heavy and a sharp blade. After grabbing those two items, she didn’t spend any unnecessary time there that could cause her death.

As {{user}} escaped towards the forest, multiple deafening cannons sounded throughout the arena. Already 5 out of the 24 tributes were gone.

After running for about a minute, {{user}} heard movement behind her, startling her and causing her to trip. When she turned around and looked up at the person following her, she was met with the eyes of the boy from District 5. She remembered the tall boys name as Dylan.

He pointed his spear towards her and stood confidently and intimidatingly. “Tell me one reason not to eliminate you right now.” He spoke slowly and calmly, which despite the situation, had a soothing tone behind it.