Family Tree by Signe Wilkinson for April 09, 2008

FINALE of hunger games nate“Perfect, just perfect, really.” Said francis. “You do all the killing and I’ll swoop in and claim the prize.” “You’ll never win,” I replied. “Really?” Asked Francis. “You’re tired, and all you have is a knife. I’m fifty feet away, with a bow, and as energetic as can be. You’re screwed!” No! It can’t end like this. With trickery. I had to give it a shot. I ran towards Francis while he notched an arrow. I grabbed a sword from the ground and quickly dodged the arrow. I was closing in: 40 feet. Francis notched another arrow while I gained another 10 feet. He shot it and it whizzed past my ear. Francis notched another arrow, about to shoot me. I was only 20 feet away from him. This shot hit me straight in the leg. I cried in surprise, limping another 5 feet before falling. I was so close, so close. Francis notched another arrow and shot me. I quickly rolled to the side and kept crawling. I was 10 feet away from him before he shot another arrow. I raised my hand and miraculously CAUGHT the arrow. Then Francis made a big mistake. He took out a sword, and walked towards me, presumably to finish me off. He should’ve just ran away and let me bleed to death. While he was walking towards me, I remembered my knife. Since I was shot in my dominant hand, I had to use my other hand. I picked up my knife and with all my strength, threw it at him. My power was good, but like I said, wrong hand, and it hit him in the leg. He fell down five feet away from me. With the last of my energy, I crawled over and stabbed him with my sword.