A breeze blew, whipping my hair into my face as I stood on a metal plate...

"10"

I scanned over the 23 other tributes, looking for my brother...

"9"

There! He was standing 7 people to my left, staring right back at me...

"8"

He was shaking his head 'No', knowing exactly where I was going first...

"7"

The Cornicopia.

"6"

I had to, I just had to for the both of us to survive in these games...

"5"

I looked away from his stare, feeling a bit of guilt for what I was going to do when the gong sounded...

"4"

I glanced at my feet, gathering my emotions up. I had to be ready to run for it and I could make it there before everybody else. I was a fast runner, probably faster then everyone here...

"3"

I looked back up, trying to focus on my main goal, but something, or should I rather say someone, caught my attention. It was another tribute...

"2"

It was the one from 2, the male tribute. He was looking at me with... remorse?

"1"

I quickly looked away, shaking my head, knowing it was time for me to play the game...

"0"

Of life and death...

"Happy Hunger Games, tributes, and may the odds be ever in your favor!"