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This is a little FanFiction of sorts. It isn't very good but it is something I've always wanted to write and I thought "What the hell, let's post it."

I was shaking. My hands, my knees- everything was shaking. My heart was beating so hard I thought it would burst out of my body and land in the dirt next to me. I couldn't breath, just hug my district token to my middle and try not to puke.

I'm going to die. Maybe not today and maybe not even tomorrow but eventually I'm going to die. The Careers will hunt me down and use my body as a stepping stone on their way back home. The idea was suffocating and I thought I might just pass out right there on my plate before the gong even sounded. I forced myself to stand up straight and look at the other tributes. None of them looked as pathetic as I did. I was openly crying, hugging the little toy ball to my chest. It was just a wooden ball that my little brother used to play with as a toddler but it was special to me and it was the one thing I brought with me to the Capitol and then into the Arena. I'm not even sure why I cared so much about the stupid little thing. All it did was try to slid out of my hands and blow me up.

My eyes past over each face that surrounded the Cornucopia. Silence. Funny. They never told us that we couldn't talk- then why was everyone so quiet? It made me want to say something- to yell at the top of my lungs but I resisted. I went back over the tributes again, feeling the seconds tick away when my gaze was snagged by my District partner. Dave. His name was Dave. We looked at each other and he gave a little nod and a weak smile. A goodbye. This brought on a fresh wave of tears that I had no control over. The wooden ball was being pressed further and further into my stomach as I doubled over, making gasping, sobbing noises. I'm sure the tributes around me didn't appreciate it but I didn't care. They were going to kill me anyway.

I stopped sobbing, my muscles weary and I looked back up at Dave. The same little smile was on his lips and I stared blankly at it, trying to get a grip on the situation. I didn't want to see him die. I didn't want to look up one night see his face in the sky. I didn't want to see anyone's face in the sky. I didn't want to hear a single cannon shot. I didn't want to be in the Games at all. That's when the idea popped in my head. I didn't have to be in the Games. The Hunger Games start at the gong.

I knew I didn't have much time left so I quickly pulled up as much dignity as I could and straightened up, taking my wooden ball in my right hand and holding it out in front of me. Dave's smile vanished as he watched me. My gaze stayed locked on him as I relaxed my fingers and let the token slip from them. For a split second it hit the ground and I thought I had been to late, that I would be stuck in that god forsaken Arena, but the Gamemakers didn't disappoint.

Never did hear that gong.

You can critique if you want, I'll probably edit it sometime in the future when I can look back and go "Oh dear Ripred that was awful"