User blog:Katie00909/Survival is your only ally 2

'Crista?' my mother asked. I looked at her expectantly. 'You have to win, Crista. You can hunt, you can feed yourself and your good at fighting, you WILL win crista.' she tells me. I nod. I dont normally speak, unless I have to. Then my brother comes in and I get really upset. I will miss him so dearly, he is only 12. He copys off me, so he never speaks unless I speak. It's so sad.

I'm whisked away in a huge jet plane. I meet my competition. 4 of them are small, the other 5 TOWER over me, but their reflexes are slow.