After all the wimps stopped crying at the reaping, Harper Hayes informed all of us tributes that we were allowed to bring a “tribute token” to the Games for good luck. I immediately let out a loud chuckle. I didn’t need luck; I was going to destroy these pansies! However, Harper did mention how most tributes brought a special item with them, so I decided to do so as well. I had a hard time thinking of what I could bring. I stood there on the wooden stage, my mind racing. After some deep thought, I finally thought of a good luck charm: a rabbit’s foot. The only problem was that I didn’t actually have a rabbit’s foot, so I headed out to the forest.
Within minutes I had reached the wooded area of town. The forest was dead silent and soon, it wouldn’t be the only thing dead. I lurked through the bushes, tip-toeing as quietly as a mouse. Suddenly, a rabbit hopped happily across the grass. My eyes grew wide, as I was eager to pounce. I crept up behind the furry creature quite slowly. Then, the rabbit stopped right in its tracks. It had sensed that I was there…but it was too late. I leaped onto the ground and clenched the innocent rabbit with my bare hands. I won’t get too descriptive, but let’s just say there was a small puddle of red after I was done getting my rabbit’s foot. I stuck the stained and sticky foot in my back pocket and looked at my hands. They were covered with warm, fresh blood. It gave me a certain type of rush, and it made me even more excited for the Hunger Games. I couldn’t wait to make one of those weaklings feel the same type of pain.