A1: What I did

What did I do this summer?  Well, like all my other summers, the first thing that pops into my head is: nothing much.  I went on a few family vacations, hung out with friends, killed my brother’s imaginary friend Thidwick, but not many events stick out. 

And then my mind flashes back to July 21^st, and as the flashback music plays, I see myself laying belly-down in a field of tall grass, a bag of food and water on my back, a deadly Nerf axe in my right hand.  My alliance of five other tributes is crouched close by.  I see my target walking on one of the trails that crisscross the field: Jeremy Desjardins.  When I give the signal, my alliance and I charge out of the brush and surround Jeremy.  “Drop your weapons and your bag and we won’t hurt you,” I say.  “Be cool,” is the reply.  Jeremy lays down his two swords and his backpack, and everyone relaxes a little.  “Thank you for your cooperation,” I say.  “Can I be on your alliance now?”  “Nope!”  Without warning I lunge forward and whack Jeremy five times, killing him in cold blood. 

Now, I know what you’re thinking.  But this is real.  This is the 76^th Hunger Games, minus the killing, and I was chosen as a tribute.  All real weapons were substituted for foam ones, but the rest of the rules were kept the same.  Twelve girls, twelve boys, one winner.  Five hits mean you die.  Throughout these games, I killed a man in cold blood, started an enormous gang fight, faced a little boy in a sword duel and won, and betrayed my alliance.  I learned a lot about myself, and my friends.  Unfortunately, I did not emerge victorious; I was killed by former senior Tony Maue.  It was a memorable and learning experience for everyone.  Plus, nothing is much cooler than book reenactments and Nerf.