Countdown- Daniel Flint/OC

I never saw the point to this.
Lining these kids up, picking two names, and sending them to their deaths. It was pointless. I remember the last three years, the three years I had been eligible for this, none of our district's tributes had made it past the final 12. It was ridiculous.
My name is in that god-damn barrel 5 times.
My name is Frankie Marsh. I'm from District 3, the electronics district. The reason our district never does well is because the kids spend all day indoors, building super computers in their sleep. Growing up, watching the Hunger Games, I had always noticed that our district seemed to die pretty quickly. So, just in the slim case that I ever got picked, I began to train. I learnt how to use a bow and arrow, and how to spear things. I learnt how to make traps, cook food, and most importantly, I learnt how to kill things.
I never knew if I could kill a human though, and that was a bad thing.
The Reaping day was finally upon us. I started the usual, got my pretty dress. It was a red tutu style thing, very different to what the rest of my district wore. I did my simple black hair in a side braid. I'd done that since Katniss Everdeen participated in the Quarter Quell. I personally didn't watch the 74th Hunger Games. I was a protestant little shit that year. I remember, I was about 14, and thought I could rule the world.
I headed to the town square. I was an only child. I didn't need to worry about a sister or a brother getting called. I had to worry about myself.  People were talking, and I lost focus. I didn't give a damn. I looked, and I saw the lady, I couldn't even give a damn about her name, put her hand in the ladies barrel. I began to freak out. What if that is my name?! I calmed myself down by thinking of the kids who applied for tesserae. They had more of a risk than me.
"FRANKIE MARSH."  She said, and my head snapped back into place.
OH CRAP.
THAT'S MY NAME.
I slowly slipped out of the crowd. I saw my mother begin to cry. Oh no. I walked up to the stage, amidst claps and squeals.  People were EXCITED about this. I stood at the side of the stage, and waited. The lady reached into the boy's barrel.
"DANIEL FLINT." she said, and I saw this brown headed boy face drop. His brothers, in the crowd high-fived, and he shot them dirty looks, before walking up to the stage.
"District 3; please welcome your two tributes for this year's HUNGER GAMES. Good luck, and may the odds be ever in your favour" the lady said, and ushered us off stage. I shot the boy one look, and then looked straight ahead. I walked straight past the final meeting rooms. My parents wouldn't want to see me. For all they knew, in two weeks, I'd be dead.  I went and sat, with two Peacemakers on either side of me, making sure I didn't run away.  The boy went in one, and his 3 brothers went in. They all exited a minute later. We were ushered on to the train, and all of a sudden, I was angry. The lady sat down in front of us. I scowled. I wanted nothing to do with her.
"My name is Elenora Tenna."
I don't care.
"I'm going to teach you about manners."
I don't care.
"Are you going to answer me, Miss Marsh?"
No.
"Don't worry about her, she's stubborn and childish." the boy, Daniel, said. I shot him another look, and walked away.

Weeks passed, times changed, and… it came time for us to be in the arena. I wasn't nervous. Unlike Daniel, I had trained a little, and gotten a 10 on my training results. He got a 3, so I was worried about him. But, I would have to kill him soon, so it didn't bother him much. We stood on the platforms, with the mines all around. I thought, once these were deactivated, I might collect a few and reactivate. This landscape reminded me of images of the 74th, with its grassy alcoves, and thick bunches of trees. I suddenly regretted not listening to Elenora in the beginning. She would be watching over me, and I treated her like crap. The countdown was on about 10, and I was feeling sick. The people around me… there was one girl, a short teen, about my age, with short brown hair, standing next to a pudgy boy, who didn't seem like he could run very fast. I locked onto him. Run, Fatboy, Run.  I saw another girl, 18, just young enough to be picked. She had her eyes firmly set on a bag with a knife. I knew, I needed that bow and arrow, and a spear might not go too badly either. I then spotted a bag, and saw a few arrowheads sticking out of it. Mine.
The countdown stopped, and I flew of my platform.