Hunger Games poem

The Platform ClayBuckner

red with nervousness .

it tastes bitter in my mouth.

I smell the salty taste of sweat from the other tributes.

I feel my heart about to burst through my chest with nervousness.

I hear the nasty grunt as a tribute slashes through someone else.
I see the how barbaric these games really are. I see a knife is hurtling toward me and hitting a boy in the back. nervousness had almost just killed me.

Room

my favorite room in my house is my living room because that’s where me and my family plays board games when it is raining.

It is where we watch the ball game while eating pizza. It is where we have Christmas and Easter.

If we have anything fun to ado most likely it will be in the living room.

The worst times in that room is when I put my clothes on to go to school in the morning.

Football Teams

Hurry up I thought I wan to know what team I’m on. The coaches kept talking about last nights game I didn’t care I wanted to see what team I’m on.

Finally, now we were on to the teams. First black team, no way I’m on black team I haven’t played football that long. they slowly called the names out one by one. I was in the back not listing because I knew I wouldn’t make the team.

Then I hearted something that sounded like my name. No it couldn’t be I thought so I just stayed where I was. I heard it again, I slowly got up making sure I just didn’t just hear something that sounded like my name. I waked to the huddle and started to meet my new team.