The 55th Hunger Games

Whisp Rivendell, a spunky girl from district 2 was first noticed as a child working in the factories. She one day got fed up with the peace keepers watching her and killed one that was about to whip her. the children in the factory cheered. But the peacekeeper army at district 2 didn't. Her sentence? death, but her family begged the head peace keeper until he raised the punishment. The Rivendells thought the worst was over but it only had just begun. that year at the reaping there was only one name in the girl's reaping bowl. It was Whisp's. Happy Hunger games! and may the odds be EVER in your favor!

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9. Still Alive

    I scramble to my feel looking around me. "MASON!" I scream. But then the horrible truth hits me and I run. I think the fact that Masons gone scares me more then the steaming, poisonous, mud that's rolling down the hill behind me. "MUD SLIDE!" I scream, I dash into the valley and head across to the hills, I know i'm bound to see another tribute over on the other side but I don't care. I stumble over the first hill and crawl over it just in time to see the mud flooding into the valley below me. It takes my breath away but its ok. I don't have time to breath as I sprint deeper into the hills.

 

  The days flow by, my soul is empty. I hunt for animals and gather water to purify. I stay in the hills and make myself a shelter in a log of a fallen tree. I don't want to fight anybody so I stick to a boundary. Over the days I here 2 cannons but nothing much is happening in the games. Which is good, for us tributes, but the capitol is blood thirsty so soon something will be drawing us together. I can only imagine the nightmare the capitol is making up right now but whatever it is I need to survive it. I have to make it home.

 

   Its a long afternoon and I sit out in the sun letting the stillness surround me. It seems so lonely, so still. I need to show the people of the capitol i'm still ok. I'm still Whisp... The girl who is strong. So I sing. "Sing me to sleep
Sing me to sleep
I'm tired and I
I want to go to bed
Sing me to sleep
Sing me to sleep
And then leave me alone
Don't try to wake me in the morning
'Cause I will be gone
Don't feel bad for me
I want you to know
Deep in the cell of my heart
I will feel so glad to go" I'm about to go on when i'm suddenly stopped. Its to quite here. Something is missing. I rack my brain for what the normal day here would be. Then it hits me. "The river" I whisper. The river that usually bubbles and gurgles all day and night has been shushed. I sprint down to the river sight, my fear controlling me. I gasp as I walk up to the muddy banks. The water is gone. Drained. like some bathtub in the capitol. I only have on precious bottle left back at camp for me. and know i'll have to ration it.

 

  I try. I really try to slow my drinking but by evening the bottle is halfway gone. I drink a couple sips for breakfast and make a plan to only drink the water when I'm about to die. But the gamemakers cranked up the heat and the sun for today. And sadly I drink every last drop before the sun goes down. That's when I start panicking. I need water badly. So I get up, Grab my things and follow the river until sunrise. But no luck. Even the main pond is as dry as a desert. I'm tired and sweating. My breathing comes in short pants and I start regretting that midnight treck to find water. I'm starting to loose hope when all of a sudden the sky speaks. "Attention Tributes. You all need water. And we have plenty of it. Come to the cornucopia and fetch the only water available!" Then it stops. I'm frozen for a moment wondering if it was a hallucination. then I here a loud whoop coming from the hills. no i'm not hallucinating. there is water. But do I really need it? surely the river will fill back up with water soon. I think. "but how soon..." I mumble to myself knowing I only have today to get water back into me. Then I understand. This is how I survive. I go into the feast.   

 

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