User blog comment:Blissfully Mine/Summer's User Games!/@comment-24174677-20131231104754

OMG... I NEED TO WRITE!

Rebekah takes a few deeps breath, her heart beating faster and faster with each nerve-racking thought that goes through her brain. She swings her legs back and forth, trying her hardest to concentrate on them, to take her mind off things. She watches her legs swing faster, faster, faster... Until it was to tiring to swing her legs. She didn't want to be tired out before it started.

She looked at the others waiting nervously around her, some wore sheepish grins, others were trying not to think about it. Rebekah grabs a bit of her hair and rolls it around in her fingers and she trys to breath slower to keep her fast beating heart at a normal beating level. Thats when.. The dreaded name was called out.

"Rebekah, District 10"

Rebekah lets go of her hair and looks at her sister, who was busy calming her nerves. Rebekah took another breath before walking into the large room. Her face wore a tight-lipped pout, and her hands were fidgiting. She walked in slowly, as if mesmerisied by the room, before giving the capitol sponsers a small curtsy.

She looks around the room for a few seconds, before walking up to the mallets. She ran her nervous, shaking hands over them for a few seconds, feeling for the perfect one, and, in a few seconds, she snatched up a big brown one. She looked to the dummys, and took one big, slow breath in, and one big, slow breath out, before walking towards it.

"I can do this..." she whispered to herself before she tightened her grip on the mallet, and, in a rush of nervousness swung down on its skull as hard as she could. She heard an almost life-like crash and bit her lip.

She awkwardly rubbed her other arm and then looked around, her eye's locked onto a larger dummy across them room, and, unexpectedly, with her hands on the mallet even tighter than before, started spinning around and around, faster and faster, gaining more and more momentum until, she let go of the mallet, which, almost as fast as a car, sped right into the large dummy, knocking it down and impounding its chest to nothing.

Rebekah was breathing fast, and her hands were red from holding the mallet to tight. She was shaking, and looked a bit off a mess, as she took another breath, she got the courage to bow, and walked out of the room.