Hello friends. I am Suzanne Collins the author of The Hunger Games. I am going to read you from chapter eleven, where the games begin.
Chapter eleven:
Sixty seconds. That is how long we are required to stand on our metal circles before the sound of a gun releases us. Step off before the minute is up, and land mines blow your legs off. Sixty seconds to take in the ring of tributes all equidistant from the cornucopia, a giant golden horn shaped like a cone with all curved tail, the mouth of which is at least twenty feet high, spilling over with the things that will give us life here in the arena. Food, containers of water, weapons, medicine, garments, fire starters. Strewn around the cornucopia are