Uhhh…I’m pretty sure I would freak. But I definitely wouldn’t try and fight. To be honest, I don’t know how long I would make it. I mean, I don’t know the outdoors that well but I’m pretty sure I would make it at least through some of the games.

I would probably run away as far as I could before anyone could find me. That would probably be how I would try and win. Avoiding and tickery…

Um…that would be panic and/or immediate suicide time. I’d much rather die from my own hand than some bloodthirsty jerk’s. And yes, it probably does sound pathetic. But there would be absolutely NO chance of my surviving longer than a day, so might as well say my goodbyes on live TV and get it over with. Besides, suicide would probably be a lot less painful…

I would have tried to make as few freinds as possible before hand. I’d grab whatever was closest and book it for cover. Suicide does kind of seem like a resonable escape but I probably wouldn’t be able to go through with it. I’d hide. I know that’s what everyone says. I’d best prepare myself for attack, get all paranoid and such. I’d set traps, scout berry bushes and the like in the day time and come back at night. I’d change shelters on a regular basis. Make weapons if I didn’t find any. Booby trap the area around where I was sleeping. I’d make myself virtually invisable if I could though hiding in a mud pit doesn’t sound all that appealing personally. It’s really hard to think about yourself in that situation. We think we’d do all these things but we think we’d never really be put in the situation so it’s hard not to take it lightly.

I would freak out and run in a circle gather the closet thing I could and go for cover. I would find the best place to hide. Then I would scavanger hunt for a weapon if I don’t already have one then hope that I don’t die so soon.I would try to be as anti social as posible and not form a strong relationship with my family, Yes I know this sounds horrible, but I rather die strong then depressed. I probably wouldn’t make it past the fourth day anyway.

First I’d freak out, but I’d get over it. Then I’d follow Haymitch’s advice: STAY ALIVE!

I would probably go in shock, but still play the games. I would pretend I’m all inocent and then…suddenly…SNEAK ATTACK!! It’s worked in kickball. The pitcher gave me an easy pitch and I kicked the ball way over their heads. I think it would be a good tactic, almost like how Johanna Mason played the game…

Stay confident & strong. On the outside. Until I was alone, I’d stick with Katniss’s strategy and not show any emotion. I wouldn’t say my last goodbyes because that would sound like just admiting that I was going to die without trying to fight back. It would like giving my loved ones no hope for my survival. But one thing is for sure: I’d be ready to give the oh-so-wonderful Capitol a heck of a suprise. Whether it cost me my life or not; my loved ones’ life on the other hand…would be a different story.

Firstly, I would probably not even attend the reaping.
If I did get chosen, I would commit suicide.

I would probably start freaking out and running into a place where no one could find me. I know a little about nature and would probably survive like Foxface did for awhile, but someone would probably kill me eventually. I wouldn’t make it very long, though. Maybe a couple days, maybe even 4 if im lucky.

I would have ran away with Gale when he said it.

But if I would have been choosen, I know that I’d probably get killed in the beginning fight. I’m not a wilderness survivor and very high maintence.

the first thing i would do is head to the cornicopia. if i make it with the things i need, it’s straight for the woods in hiding until a reasonable amount of people have died.

Before being placed in the arena- I would be myself. if I wanna cry then I’ll cry. If I wanna stay strong then ok. I would just be making up my plan as I go along. Learn to know my enemies. Then when the time comes follow a fellow mentors idea like haymitch’s and try to find the end. just be viligant and not run into electric force fields like poor peeta. Ha Ha!