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.