Sorry if I'm writing too much, but I love The Hunger Games:)

The tribute platform comes up slowly. I can feel it click into place around me as the countdown begins. As my eyes adjust to the light, I can see the cornucopia about 20 yards ahead of me, and beyond that.... A cliff. We are in rocky terrain, possibly a seaside cliff. Scarce clumps of trees fan out and become a wide forest. I can smell salt in the breeze. But then the gong goes off, and I run. I'm lucky that I am fast, I am one of the first to the cornucopia. But not the first. As the Careers begin the bloodbath, I manage to snag a backpack. I don't have time for anything else when -- I nearly trip over the prize jewel. A bow, neatly camouflaged in the grass. I grab it, and running with all my might, I sprint for the forest. I run for hours -- until finally I find a hidden cliff ledge. At last, I can rest. 

Tristy ~

I can't believe when I'm picked for the Hunger Games. And it's just a little after my birthday! That night I lie on my bed and just bawl my eyes out.

After the ceremonies, I try to enjoy myself as much as I can on the train. I try to make friends with some of the other kids there, but apparently no one's interested.

The next morning, the platform is raised. I peer at the landscape. It's mostly jungle with a few lakes. When the bell sounds, I can't make myself grab any weapons. I'm frozen to the ground. How can I possibly kill or even hurt someone?

Suddenly, I hear a whizzing sound behind me. I turn around just in time to see a knife flying towards me.

The Hunger Games. Why didn't they name them The Death Games? It'd be a bit more accurate. When my name was picked, my mother fainted. And, if you care to know, I did too. On screen I hope it comes across as part of a plan. 

I boarded the train to the Capitol today. District 11 sent me late. I don't know why. Maybe they wanted to get me talking before they send me into the heart of Panem. But ever since my little sister's death, I don't talk. I wonder what they'll do for my interview. Skip it I suppose. It won't be much fun watching Ceaser try to talk to me.  

The only thing going for the Capitol right now is the food. Simply delicious. And personally, District 13 has some good meals.

That's right. You don't know. Well, it's unlikely anyone will read this so here goes: I  AM WITH THE REBELLION. There. It's out there, and you know now I'm a traitor to Panem. But by the time anyone reads this I'll be dead.  

Since you guys are way ahead, fast forward my character to the start of the games.

The first was a diary entry. 

As I'm standing in my metal circle, I check out my opponents. Most are just my age and I can't kill any way. At least my district partner can.  

I look over at his ring. We lock eyes and nod. We've planned it all. We know that there's a loose bow, and 2 packs with bows and arrows included. Our mentor has  connections.

I'm to grab two packs and look for the loose bow. GONG! 

We're off! I run in, grab two packs, a loaf of bread and a first aid kit.

I see the other archery girl pick up the loose bow and sheath of arrows, then head into the forest. I certainly hope one of the other bows is in one of my packs. 

ARGHHHH! Something slices the side of my wrist, and I know I'm someone's target. I can't wait for Zander anymore. I turn and run full tilt into the woods.

I'm hoping I run into Zander soon. I can keep up a moderate pace for a while, but he's the killing one. I'm not sure I could bring myself to kill a murderer.

When we worked out this plan, I wrote it all down. Could a Career have taken them and killed Zander in the bloodbath? I'd better keep going. 

A few hours later, I find myself in a small apple orchard near a pond. I know it's the right spot.

After I've harvested some apples, I allow myself to look in the packs. The first is large and brown, the second medium and white, now stained from the run. 

Inside the first I find dried fruits, a burlap sack, and 3 coils of rope. No bow. No arrows. But then I see a hidden pouch. Hopeful, I reach inside. Two sheaths of arrows! I can't believe my luck. But I still need the bow. 

Slowly, I reach inside the second pack. Now that I look at it, it's more a bag. A long one. Perfect size for a bow. But I don't allow myself to hope. I find: a sleeping bag, a water skin, and a knife. Zander's weapon. 

Even though there is more in the bag, I hold the knife and weep. Oh, Zander! We're not romantic, and he doesn't even know what my voice sounds like. Not many do.

But still. If he's dead, I think for an awful moment. Then I scold myself. Don't think that Zinnia! Forget about Zander for now. Just check the bag. 

There's another first aid kit, and one more thing. I pull the last object out, my eyes shut, hoping against hope it's a bow. I look.

It's a bow alright, but not like one I've ever used. Carved with intricate designs, it's beautiful. I try it. Way too tight. There is something IN the bow but what? It rolls around and upsets my aim. Huh. 

That night I watch the skies anxiously. When they show the seal, I let out a long breath. Zander is alive. 

Cory~

I looked at the knives I got. They were all so intricately designed.

I wondered if anyone would find me up here, in this tree. I looked down from where I was sitting. It was a long jump to get down. And a long jump to survive, I said to myself. 

Jennie~ 

The branches of the trees scratch my already injured arm. Finally, however, I climb onto a pretty tall apple tree and rest. But not for long.

A girl about 15 collapes againist my tree, picking an apple from the branches. I frown and look at her more closer. She has Auburn hair, and freckles dot her pale skin. She doesn't even notice me. I raise my knife, and then put it back down again. How can I kill her?

"Um... Hello?" I quietly whisper. She jumps up in surprise. The girl looks up and notices me.

"Please, don't hurt me. I just want to help." I hold my hands up and carry down the tree. She relaxes slightly.

"Who are you?" She asks, holding a knife.

"I am Jennie from district 3," I reply, smiling. She tilts her head.

"Want to... er... team?" 

The is rough, and hard to navigate. As I peer over the cliffs, I realize that the churning ocean must be over six hundred feet below me. My cave is dry, and warm enough however. I decide to stay here for a few nights at least. Until the amount of tributes has waned out, until I can safely hunt in the forest. But until this happens, I cannot risk setting snares or lighting a fire -- they would attract too much attention. It will be a hungry few days. 

The cannons sound about half an hour after the sun sets. I would guess this is maybe about 7:00, but with all the gamemakers controlling the arena, who knows? There are eleven dead. Eleven already. I am one of the lucky ones I suppose. Or am I? Should I have died today? Won't they send some sort of extreme torture once they discover that my father and I are members of the rebellion? I try not to think about it, but I cannot help the savage dreams of mutts and other ensnare nets that haunt my dreams. Halfway through the night I get up, and pace outside. The Forrest is quiet, calm. I feel I can finally breathe. But suddenly, I find myself facing another tribute. My hand is already on my bow, an arrow notched into place.  

Sorry! I have been very busy.

Zander-  

I run into the blood bath. I remember the plan. If Zinna did what we planned she grabbed two packs. One for each of us.  I grab a belt with some throwing knives and flip around. I grab a spear and run into the Forrest. "Zinna!!" I call. "Don't be dead," I murrmur.  I climb a tree and I hear Zinnia's whistle. I follow it and I see her..... But she is being chased. I grab a knife and throw it. It lands in the chaser's back. He falls to the ground. Dead.

"Zander!" she says rushing to me.

"Shhhhhh..... ," I say. "Climb," I say as I hear yells and leaves crunching. 

"Here," Zinna says handing me something. A necklace. I put it on and she shows me her half. "There like walkie talkies." 

"Cool," I say.

Suddenly.... "DUCK!" Zinna says. 

Zinnia~

The girl in the tree, Jeannie, seems  kind enough. And she's got a pretty good training score. I remember. 11, one more point than me. 

What would Zander want me to do? I think. Probably kill her. She's an opponent. But, except for animals, I can't kill. 

I look up, and make what could be a fatal decision. I nod. 

Young WRiter here- I AM FREAKING OUT BECAUSE ITS BEEN A HALF HOUR SINCE I POSTED AND NOTHING I'VE POSTED ON ANY THREAD HAS SHOWED UP! ADMINS, HELP!

Sometimes you just have to be patient. You may have to wait a whole day, depending upon what else we have to do.

Admin

Then I realized that I'd spoken. To someone I barely know. And some people who I've known my whole life don't know my voice. Like Zander. But this is The Hunger Games. I better re-learn to talk. So I straighten up and say "Yes."

That night, I learned about Jeannie. She's from 3. Obviously. Her mum died around the time my dad did. She's not too bad for being almost Career. But one of us will have to die. Suddenly there's a crash in the bushes. Jeannie and I both reach for our weapons. But it's Zander. " You found me!!" I squeal. "You... spoke!" he stammers, clearly shocked. Then I remember Jeannie and put my arm around her. 

I'm going to create a person that died in the bloodbath.

Name: Athin Runes

Gender: M

Age: 12

District: 9

appearance: ?

Training  score: 9

Best Defense: runner, small