User blog:HungerGamesFan/My Second Story!

Day six. It’s day six, and there are ten tributes left. Most of them not threatening to our group. The closest thing I could call a threat is maybe the couple from District 10, because there’s two in their group. The rest are weaklings, who could probably barely lift a sword. I go through my head who else is left –– that bony red-headed girl from District 5 (ugh, are all people from District 5 redheads?), that boy from District 8 with the ice blue eyes, the boy from District 3, and both from 10. Plus us, the Careers. And we’re better than most of the other tributes, but no one would argue that they’ve seen more skilled Careers on TV. Glitter, a whiny girl from District 1, is always complaining to us about the weather, exhaustion, or missing her girlfriends back home and stuff like that. I’ve barely heard Silas, a boy from District 4, utter any words since the first day, and Iris, also from District 4, is always having “visions” and being weird. Oh right, and Grant. Grant. He’s a boy from my district, District 2, and very good looking. He’s about five foot ten, and he’s barely fourteen years old. He is very athletic, and can handle a dagger or sword exceptionally. Oh, and he might have a crush on me. Hopefully.

“Hey, Tabs, are you daydreaming or something?” Grant asks. Oh no, I must’ve gotten lost in his ocean-blue eyes. My real name is Tabitha, but I go by Taby and occasionally Tabs. But only by Grant.

“What? Oh, uh no. I was just, uh… you know. Uh…” I’m not good with words, at all, so I just left it at that, and he snickered.

“Oh. My. God. My feet are on freakin’ fire!” someone whines. Guess who that is? That’s right, Glitter.

“Stop complaining. We’ve all walked the same distance as you,” I tell her with a hint of sarcasm in my voice. Glitter glares at me, but doesn’t reply back.

“Okay, everyone. We’re on the lookout for five other tributes. The redhead, the couple, and the District 3 and District 8 boys. Got it?” Grant asks us. How charming! Speaking of charming, I knew a boy named that once. His name was Charming, and he was in the Hunger Games before this one. He was killed by some guy named Tobias, who was trying to save a boy from District 5 named Chase.

“Well duh, I know that!” Glitter yells at him. Her brown stringy hair is a total mess, and her green eyes are wide with anger.

“Shut up,” I say.

“You should up Taby! You’ve been nothing but rude to me this entire time! Grow up!” Glitter snaps.

This was the last straw.

“Okay, Glitter, you know what? You may be from District One, and you’re probably used to being pampered and what not, but this is the Hunger Games. You’re going to be out in the wilderness 24/7, and you’re going to walk a lot. You should’ve known this before you stuck your skinny little arm up in the air to volunteer for this! And I’m only being rude because you need to woman up, Glitter, and stop being such a baby. I’m not the one who needs to grow up, you are!”

Everyone stares at me, even Silas and Iris, who are both usually zoned out. Especially Iris.

“Taby! You have to be quiet. You’ve just let everyone in the arena know where we are.” Grant finally says, breaking the heavy silence after my outburst.

“Let them come! We’re Careers after all!” I say. I look at Glitter, and I see her mouth is still wide open. I guess no one’s ever stood up to her before. Well, someone had to.

We return to our Base Camp a few minutes later, and I decide to start a fire. It’s getting cold out.

“I’m… I’m seeing something,” says Iris mysteriously.

“What are you seeing?” I ask wryly. I don’t really care. She’s just probably making it up, anyways.

“By the end of today, there will be only eight alive. That’s what the spirits are telling me. The dead will be one boy, and one girl. They won’t tell me who, though.” She says.

“Really? A boy and a girl? And today’s almost over, so it’ll probably happen soon.” says Glitter. She’s the only one that really takes Iris’s visions seriously. Most of the ones she’s said have been completely ridiculous.

“Yes, likely it will happen soon.” replies Iris.

“Hey, Iris? Could you help me? I’m trying to make a fire. Could you find some wood at the pile for me?” I ask.

The pile is something we found around two days ago. It is an enormous pile of wood that makes good fire. It could be a donation, for all we know. But I doubt it.

“Sure, Taby. I’ll go.” says Iris, and she leaves silently. After I’m sure she’s out of earshot, I say, “What a crazy.”

I know, that probably isn’t very nice, but it’s true. Iris has “lost her marbles” if you know what I mean.

“Taby! Take that back, you fiend! Iris’s visions are true! Remember that time when she said that… um…” Glitter can’t figure out what to say.

“See? You can’t even think up a time that she’s actually had a vision that actually happened. She’s never had a true one!” I exclaim, and Glitter doesn’t respond.

One minute passes, then two. Then five. Then ten. The pile isn’t that far away, so something must’ve gone wrong. Iris isn’t back. Her cannon shot hasn’t gone off yet, so she must be alive. I sling a quiver onto my back, and load it with arrows. I grab the bow, as well.

“I’m going to go check on Iris,” I announce. No one objects. The path to the pile has lots and lots of rocks, and my shoes make a lot of noise, unfortunately. I’m struggling to make as few noises as possible, when I hear the scream.

Iris’s scream.

I run as fast as I can to the pile, but it’s too late. There’s another scream, and then a cannon shot.

“Iris!” I cry. That’s when I see her. And him. I load my bow, and fire. The arrow flies in slow motion, and finds its way carefully into the boy from District 8’s mouth, and his cannon sounds.

Both of their deaths, Iris’s and the boy from District 8, happened so quickly. In a matter of seconds.

When I cried “Iris!”, everyone (well, at least everyone in my alliance) came running. Grant, Glitter… even Silas.

“What? What hap––” that’s when she sees Iris… and the boy from District 8.

“She was right! She was right!” Glitter is suddenly screaming. “She was right!”

“Wha––? What? What do you mean?” I ask Glitter suspiciously.

“She was right! Remember what she said? The dead will be one boy, and one girl,” Glitter quoted. “I guess she didn’t know one of the dead would be her.”

Glitter is right. Iris. The boy from District 8. Both dead. One boy, and one girl. A few seconds later, a hovercraft comes and collects Iris and the boy, the rusty dagger still in his hand that took Iris’s life.

I didn’t believe in Iris’s visions, but I respected her as a human being. And now, there was only eight of us left. Four of us, and four of them. Eight. Eight left, just like in Iris’s vision. Maybe it was true.

Well, she’ll never make another prediction again, that’s for sure.