It starts off black like before, but fades into an orange tan color. I look at myself. I'm wearing shorts, sneakers, and a white tank top. My hair is in a tight ponytail. I am already sweating my guts off and it hasn't even been 20 seconds. My mouth craves water badly and so are the other tributes. Like before, Sparrow is in a ready to run position, trying to act ignorant of the heat. She has sensitive skin, I can tell, now I know what to target. I scoff a bit as the gong sounds. She won't kill me this time. I run in Max's direction like a robot, not stopping, in long strides. I shove Max behind me and hand him a sword. I run my calloused fingers along the cornucopia walls until my hands find a beautiful, sharp, petite knife. I hover over it but don't pick it up because I feel Sparrow behind me with a raised axe. I smile at myself. I hear a gulp behind me and a swing. The axe travels toward my lower back, but I grab the knife and spin around while rolling off the cornucopia wall. She bends down to pick the axe up, pulling it out of another girl. When her back is facing the sky, I jump onto her back, forcing  her to the ground. I wrap my fingers around her windpipe because she has a fairly tiny neck. She immediately falls to the ground while attempting to scream even though she is unable to. I tackle her and remove my hands from her throat. She gasps for air and pants. I follow her gaze to a small pack of canteens and then to a lake nearby. My eyes widen in curiosity, but I lose my grip on Sparrow and she is able to move again. I scream and cling onto the sand while trying to kick Sparrow in the shin, but she is way to strong. She finally lets go as I slowly turn around. She is raising her blood-smothered axe in the air. I gulp and pull out the petite knife. At the same exact time, we both release our weapons. My knife buries itself in Sparrow's hip, and her axe simply slices a deep, red cut in my right temple. "AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" we both scream. She is clutching her wound tightly and I am trying to block the blood gushing into my eyes using a piece of fabric from my top.  She removes her palms from her side and stares at the blood covered fingers. Gritting her teeth, she staggers into the distance and I collapse.

A voice booms through the arena; a female voice; Sparrow?

"Let the Games begin, Chia."