My stomach was filled with butterflies as I wait on the hot, shiny, silver platform. I had watched the Hunger Games enough times to know what came next. The clock would count down, a warning to stay on you platform or risk being blown to pieces. My palms were sweaty as I anticipated the gong saying I should get off the platform. Here it comes three, two, one…

The gong sounds, as loud as thunder in my ears. In a horrified daze I jumped off the platform into the hot, dangerous jungle. I knew from watching the Hunger Games in previous years that the cornucopia would be a bloodbath, so I need to avoid it at any cost. I could hear my heart pounding in my ears as I ran through the lush green jungle. Without knowing, this jungle would look calm and innocent. I knew though, that this jungle was the backdrop for the horrible killings that were about to take place.