User:JosLovesJosh12

I am fifteen years old. I am a victor of the 70th Hunger Games. I am best friends with Johanna Mason. We train together. We go to the abondend mill and we throw around some axes, practice our survival skills. After we won the games. I did first, then Johanna did. We stopped going so often. We didn't need to practice. We go every now and then. Today I got some news. We're going back in. Into the games. The 75th Games, the Qauter Quell, only victors are going back into the arena. This year there will be 48 of us. There will be a reaping of the victors. Me and Johanna are the only two victors from our district so both of us are going in. I head to the mill. I know it's the middle of the night, but I need to think. I hear a clashing noise. I ready to throw the ax in my hand. "Wow! Hold your aim!" I see Johanna come into veiw. "Oh, hi." I say looking down. "What's wrong?" "Didn't you see? We have to go back in." I see anger grow in her eyes, she throws her ax at our practice dummy, landing it right in the chest. I see the anger slowly die down to worry, to sadness, to fear. I walk up the stairs and turn to sit on the ledge. I hear Johanna follow behind me. "What are we going to do?" I ask. She doesn't respond for a while. "I don't know." she says. I scooch over to lay my head on her lap. I slowly shut my eyes. A tear streams down my face. I fall asleep listening to the screams from the victors village. I suppose my little sister just saw the announcement.