Grace Price's P.O.V. (D11)

Tai, Delinia and I gather at the edge of the island when it starts to rise above the cornucopia island. The Death Toll will start soon, and we can't wait to see who all died today. Four canons went off today. I guess everyone was hunting.

The island stops rising and a moment later, the sky lights up. Then the faces of the dead appear.

The first tribute is Iona Flourisha, from District Eleven.

Oh, so the other girl from my District finally got finished. I wonder how Jarus feels about that.

Actually, speaking of Jarus, I guess he doesn't feel anything at all. His face appears after Iona's vanishes. He was also from my District, but I never knew him. I sorta knew Iona from school, when I felt like going anyways. She was usually hanging out with the older and cooler people though.

Jason Wolfe, from District Twelve, is up next.

I don't really have anything to say about this one. All I can really do is feel sorry for his ally, if he's even still alive.

The last person to show their face is Dean Willow, also from District Twelve. Then the sky turns dark and the anthems fades away.

Oh, poor Kaya. He was her brother. I can't help feeling bad about it. She was my ally in the last Games, and I know how much she loved her brother. I wonder how far she will make it now that Dean is dead.

With those four dead, that leaves only eleven tributes remaining. I wonder what tomorrow will bring. Will this island collapse? Will someone from my alliance die? Will there be a feast? Will the Games end? Who will be the Victor? These are the questions that run through my mind as we return to our campsite and settle in for the night.