First message
All of the young girls and boys in the district are anxiously waiting for this year’s tributes to be picked for the annual Hunger Games. My palms are sweaty and I can feel my heart beating so fast that it feel like it might explode. Of course, it’s always “ladies first”. They pick the girl’s name. Everyone looks around and soon enough a girl walks up to the stage. She looks about 16. Then they call the boys. It’s me… I walk up next to her and can see her shaking. So am I.