#grace12

DJ is sitting atop the cornucopia when he sees three tributes rushing towards the water.  He doesn't move, realizing that he is relatively safe from his position, and would rather just let the others deal with themselves. Caitlin is rushing towards her canteen, when someone tackles her, hard, from her right side.  Caitlin is immediately winded, and manages to catch her breath only to see the silhouette of her attacker, knife in hand, looming over her.   “Please, don’t!” Caitlin cries. “I don’t want to! I hate this! But I need to get home,” Grace solemnly replies. Grace swiftly brings the knife down towards Caitlin’s neck, but Caitlin, in a last second effort for her life, kicks her leg up to knock away the blade, and forward to throw Grace off of her.  The first kick connects, and the knife lands 5 feet to the left of the struggling pair. Caitlin aims another kick at Grace’s head, but Grace is faster, and rains down a flurry of punches towards Caitlin’s chest, slowly gaining back the upper hand. Desperate, Caitlin looks over to Grace’s knife, only to find it has disappeared.  It reappears moments later in Grace’s back. Grace from district twelve has fallen, District 12 no longer has any tributes. “That’s to apologize for running away!” Karlee shouts as she runs away from the site of the brawl. “Consider us even!” Caitlin shouts back. Realizing that he might not be as safe as he originally thought, DJ pulls back his slingshot, and sends a medium sized rock directly into Caitlin’s shoulder.  Caitlin winces in pain, but then picks up the rock and hurls it straight back at her attacker, just barely missing DJ’s leg. Surrounded by a multitude of rocks and other projectiles, DJ looses volley upon volley of miscellaneous projectiles, and manages to keep both of the former allies a good distance  away from the feast. With one of his last rocks, DJ hits Karlee squarely in the forehead, knocking her unconscious and unresponsive.  She slumps down, but is luckily shielded by the high sand dune she was in the process of climbing. Annabeth is still in her sand ditch when the fighting breaks out.  Seeing an opportunity, Annabeth quietly makes her way to the back corner of the cornucopia and grabs her water bottle.  She then scales the cornucopia and sneaks up behind the preoccupied DJ. “Forget about me?” Annabeth whispers as she shoves him over the edge. DJ lands on his left arm with a sickening thud and a bloodcurdling wail. It’s clear that the fall has done some damage, the extent of which however,  he will have to investigate later.  Annabeth slides down and slams her shovel down over DJ’s face, but he rolls onto his stomach and avoids the shovel a second time. DJ desperately throws his legs forward, and shoves Annabeth off. He then grabs his canteens and runs. Caitlin quickly looks around for Karlee’s body, and having only heard one cannon, assumes that she made it away safe. She grabs her bottle and runs. Annabeth, being the last one at the cornucopia,  takes her fill of water before walking away over a high sand dune.  Not noticing that the sand is looser than she thought, she slips and tumbles to the base, landing squarely beside the unconscious Karlee.  Annabeth, shocked, checks the non-responsive tributes pulse. “I’m sorry about this, hopefully people in our district will forgive me...” Annabeth winces as she slams her shovel down. Karlee from district four is dead.

She grabs her trusty shovel and begins to walk towards the Cornucopia. But before she is too close she dropped down into a small ditch to wait for the other tributes.

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It was time for Grace to meet her stylist Moola. Moola was a large man both in height and width. He wore a formal bright orange suit and had a matching hat. He was a very bubbly man and was so excited to show her what he had designed for the opening ceremony.  He tells her about the theme for this year which is summer. “What do you like most about summer in District 12?” he asks. Grace stops and thinks for a while before quietly replying “The flowers”. Moola gives her a big cheesy grin “That’s exactly what I thought!” he said excitedly. He quickly makes his way towards a large cupboard which is filled with his own designs and takes out a white dress that has been covered all over with Summer Orchids. The Orchids are so bright and colourful, pink, yellow, purple, orange. Grace gasps at how beautiful they are.  Moola helps her into the dress and guides her towards a large mirror. She stares at the dress and can’t help imagining she is back home in her garden, back in district 12. She wants to cry but takes a deep breath and forces herself to be strong. The dress is long and covers her feet but feels as light as a feather. Moola places a wreath of flowers on her head. He then attaches a purple butterfly to the front of the wreath and stands back admiring his work. “One last thing!” He attaches large golden wings to the back of the dress that shine like the summer sun. She’s a Summer Orchid fairy. Grace used to imagine that fairies lived in her garden, helping things grow.  “Thank you” Grace said happily as she stroked one of the wings. “You’re welcome my dear, it’s my pleasure, they are gonna love you!” Grace tried to smile back at Moola but she is now feeling extremely nervous about the ceremony. She knows she’s not very good at making people like her. “Good luck my little fairy!” Moola says.  As the chariot moves through the crowd of people Grace notices them staring at her. She waves and smiles at them, feeling happy to be showing off the Summer Orchids from her own district.

Saying goodbye to my loved ones is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. Although I’m going to try and win I don’t expect that I will so I make sure I take a good look at everyone knowing it could be the last time I ever see them. My grandma is the calmest out of everyone and as she hugs me she whispers into my ear “Bring me back some Capitol chocolate after you win” She smiles and winks at me.