The day of the reaping had rolled around again.„Welcome to the annual 70th Hunger Games! May the odds be ever in your favour!“ Effie Trinket said cheerfully after the video hat finished playing. It’s not like it was some cinematic masterpiece of sorts and it was the fourth time I‘d seen it so I kinda zoned out. „And now for the tributes! Ladies first as always.“ I held my breath as she put her hand into the glass reaping ball and pulled out a name. „The female tribute for District 6 is… Amberlyn Wingenflow! Congratulations!“ She said that like it was a good thing. Meanwhile I was freaking out. „Well Darling, come up here!“ I slowly made my way towards the stage, clutching onto the small folding mirror in my dresspocket. „And the male tribute for District 6 is Calloway Shaw!“ Nobody I knew, but boy, my age, maybe a bit younger, in the front row looked shaken to the very core before stepping onto the stage. „And there you have them! The tributes for District 6! Let’s get a round of applause for them!“ I had no one to say goodbye to, so I was immediately brought onto the train. The ride was quiet. Everything went smoothly, that is until the actual games started. The second we got off our podiums people started killing left and right. I panicked. I was good fighting, but mainly combat, and if people who were trained with swords came at me there wasn’t much I could do. Before I could think, I pulled out my mirror. When a boy from District 4 came running at me I pointed it at him from an angle so it would capture the sunlight. It worked. The boy was blinded, crashing into someone else and starting off a chain reaction. See, 14 People were already dead. An unusually high amount for day one, but I wasn’t complaining. I only had to have the others kill one another and had won. When the District 4 boy crashed into the district 12 girl she stabbed him, but when she was celebrating her victory someone cut her head off. That someone was stabbed right trough his chest though and was dead within minutes. I stopped watching after that. I done the sensible thing and ran. I figured if I hid, they’d just forget about me. I‘d have maybe one guy to fight and then I could go home. I was lucky that that’s exactly what happened on day three. It was down to the two of us, so I only needed to disarm and then beat him to death. So I did that. When the boy came at me from behind I turned, kneed him in the groin and kicked the knife he was holding out of his hand. Then I picked it up myself. I didn’t want him to suffer too much, we all had already. I closed my eyes and pierced the guy. The canon sounded, signaling a tribute had fallen. I was the last tribute still standing. The games where over. I had won.