Hunger Locker

Please stop the bombing. Will someone please stop the bombing? My ears felt as if they would rupture from the incessant boom claps around me. The rubble was difficult to climb over and through and the dust in the air was scraping my throat cells like a strep test. What kind of society launches war on itself to find out who can really hack being an American? I didn't know all of the rules of this engagement, but I knew that people were dying for no reason and my only way to win was to outlive all of the chaos around me. They said there would be mentors in the war zone, but they would not be able to announce themselves. Figuring out who to trust was part of proving ourselves. As I struggled to keep my now burning eyes open, I came face to face with her. She had a pleasant face and looked as if she had stepped out of her role as principal in a high school sitcom. Still I didn't know if she could be trusted. She pointed across the arena to a row of high school lockers and proceeded to explain, "If you get inside, you will be protected from the bombs, but no one knows any of the combinations, so once the door closes, you may never get out again."

I made my way to the lockers and noticed that all of the locker doors were open. One was clearly meant for me. I found books and manuals stacked inside and my jacket. The books were not in any order that was pleasing to me, so I reorganized them and pulled the jacket off the hook. The sun was going down, and I knew I would need this jacket. It was then that I realized I was being watched.

She wasn't very intimidating, in fact she was quite the opposite. I figured an alliance could only be helpful at this point and asked her if she would like to come along. She consented and I started to wonder if she was going to kill me for my jacket.

Disclaimer: It's been weeks since I read or saw the Hunger Games, but I did recently see an episode of Boy Meets World where Cory climbs into his locker to escape the wrath of Harley Kiner...