Juliet is going to win. She might not realize it now, but once she receives my silver parachute, she will. However, I still needed to decide what to send her. I know it needed to be something that will lift her spirits and help keep her alive. So, I began to think of something that she needed. I remembered she hasn’t eaten anything in two days, so I decided to send her food.

Suddenly, her mother’s famous chicken noodle soup popped into my head. I was so excited that I nearly shouted with joy. The soup her mother makes is delicious. I could taste it running down my throat, and I could smell the fresh herbs and broth. I know this will remind her of home, and make sure she doesn’t starve to death. At the thought of that, my hands started sweating. I wasn’t positive that soup was what she wanted, but that was what she was going to get, because I couldn’t ask her what she wanted.

After the tsunami shook the arena, many tributes began searching for food. They had traps set up throughout the tropical environment. Most of theses traps were built to capture frogs and lizards. I was felling generous, so I decided to give the hungry tributes hope. I was going to surprise them with food.

Of course, as the Gamemaker, I had to give them hope in an entertaining way. I thought to myself, what is more entertaining then false hope? As a result of my creative mind, each trap was gifted a Poison Dart Frog. Personally, I would not go near two inch, bright green frogs, with venom running through their bodies. However, an unintelligent tribute that has not seen any sign of food in three days might enjoy one for a snack. One minute they were so happy that they ‘caught’ food, and the next minute the sound of two canons roared.

My duty, as the Gamemaker, is to keep the Games entertaining. However, this is just a more pleasant way of saying that I need to make sure people die. If I fail at this, I will be killed. I don’t necessarily enjoy murdering children, but the Capitol enjoys watching me murder them. If the Capitol gets pleasure from witnessing kids die, then so be it.

Recently, nobody had been killed and none of the tributes were thinking offensively. As a result, I was strongly suggested to take matters into my own hands. The only thing that I had to decide was who to kill and how. I reminded myself to go big or go home, and since home wasn’t really an option, I went over the top. When a tsunami came to my mind, I thought it was a perfect way to shock everyone. Unfortunately, the alliance by the beach became the targets of this attack. My hands began to sweat with guilt once I ordered for a tsunami to be made. However, there was no going back after I pushed the bottom that sent it to the arena.

I was thrilled to be able to send a video message of encouragement to Juliet. It felt like I was really talking to her, because I miss her so much. Everyone from District 5 wants her to win The Hunger Games. However, I want her to win most of all because she is my best friend. Without her, I would have nobody to talk to or hang out with.

Julia is away. She is surrounded by beautiful palm trees, filed with colorful fruits. Everyone misses her, but they are glad that she gets to experience something new. Unfortunetly, this is not the reality. Julia is in a murder zone and everyone is hopeing that she comes out alive.

Julia is the sibling that I don’t have. She is also a Hunger Games tribute from District 5. In District 5 grey clouds are pouring out cold raindrops that are as depressed as me. Ever since they announced her name at the reaping I feel like I have been on pins and needles. However, I know that she is as capable of winning as the District 1 tributes. If she ended up not winning I don’t know what I would do. I didn’t even get to say goodbye to her.

My eyes have been glued to the television since the Hunger Games began. Sometimes I feel like I should have voluteered in her place as tribute. I don’t think I would be as strong her in the Games though. Julia appears to be shy, but she is tougher than she looks. Her intelligence will give her the advantage over the other tributes allowing her to triumph.

I felt like one of my nightmares was coming to life. The countdown began, and suddenly everything started to spin. I thought of my family and what they would do if I was killed. If anything, I knew that no matter what happened I had to win. It was that moment, the fifteen second mark, when I decided that I would only kill someone if they tried to kill me. At ten seconds left, I needed to make a plan. I could smell that fruits that filled the trees and I could hear the chirping of birds. I knew that the arena was tropical. My plan was to do the safest thing possible, and turn and run.

When the buzzer sounded, adrenaline rushed through my veins and I leaped into a full sprint. I ran toward the palm trees that were covered in coconuts. The place was beautiful; however it was a murder zone. I stopped running when I reached a stream. The moving water was heaven to my ears in that humid place. Once I had caught my breath, the arena dimmed and a huge light appeared in the sky. It announced who was killed so far with a canon to go with each name. I felt really bad for the poor families of the fallen and tears started streaming down my face. All I could do was pray that the next canon would not be me.

            My father burst into the room like his life depended on it. Behind him were my mother and sister weeping. Tears began violently running down my face uncontrollably. The three of them embraced me and squeezed me as tight as they could until I was not able to breathe. Then my father took something out of his pocket that was wrapped in cloth. As he took the cloth off, I looked at my family and thought. This might be the last time that I ever see them.

            I glanced down and in my father’s hands and saw a miniature model of one of the trains my father built for the Capitol. He said, “We want you to take this to remember us.” They all assured me that I was highly capable of winning. However, I knew that most of the people in the Hunger Games were going to be tougher and quicker than me. I had no chance at winning, but I was not just going to give up. I told my family I loved them and I would see them soon as they were practically dragged out of the room. At that point, I was aware that nothing and no one was going to be able to stop me from winning the Hunger Games.

Suddenly, the entire District want silent. The amount of fear in the air sucked the happiness out of everyone like a parasite sucks the life out of its victim. I felt like my heart was going to leap out of my chest. my arms and legs were covered in goose bumps and my teeth were chattering. All I could do was hope that it would not be my name called.

Then, in a capital accent I heard “Luan Smith” echo through the area. I felt like I was going to be sick. The people around me let out a quiet breath of relief. A single tear rolled down my face because I was in too much shock to start hysterically crying. I could feel that tears were streaming down my sisters face as she stood next to me. The sound of my mother crying when I stepped out of the crowd made me finally realizer that I could die.