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I don't own Hunger Games.
The price of beauty is underestimation.
Everybody thinks that because I have a beautiful face, that I'm stupid.
They're wrong.
Don't get me wrong, I don't blame them, because sometimes when I look in the mirror, I make the same mistake. Sometimes that I think my beauty can get me everything I need.
It won't.
My beauty won't get me to be the last one standing.
Marvel is stupid. He's a good fighter -not the best, that's to be sure- but he's not bright. District 11 is strong and powerful, but he doesn't want to make allies with anyone, let alone me.
Normally, the pretty girls woo the strongest male in the ring and have him protect her until it's time to stab him in the back- but I can't do that.
Cato can't be wooed by me, no matter my beauty, and he is by far the strongest and best trained. Clove has his attention all wrapped up, and not for her own purposes -she can fight her own battles, from the way I've seen her wield those knifes. It seems like District 12 isn't the only District in love.
District 11 won't budge, and I'm left with few options.
Marvel is stupid, but, for now, it seems that he'll have to do.
It's not that I have anything against them really, but they stand in the way of the one thing that I want- that we all want.
Freedom.
No one wants to die in this arena- with all eyes on us. No one would willingly chose to die -even if some chose to volunteer.
But, death is the Games. After all, eight hundred and thirty nine people have died during the Games so far. I'm not stupid, I can do the math. I know that my chances aren't great -but they're better than some.
The fact is they're even better when I fight with the other Careers, because it's always better to hunt then be hunted.
I will fight with them, and hope that Marvel isn't a stupid as I think he is, or that Cato and Clove suddenly decided to pick each other off -an unlikely scenario, but, hey, a girl can dream.
I taunt her, because it makes my sponsors happy to see the beauty has enough bravery to mock the girl with the highest score from training. I'm not a fool enough to think that I can take her by myself, but I have the others, who want her gone as much as I do.
I probably won't have to lift a finger. I probably won't even have to make good on my threats, since Clove and Cato seems so eager to kill.
But she's there, up in the tree, and all we have to do is wait for her to come down- then there'll be one less standing in the way of freedom.
They sting, and I scream.
Funny, this isn't how I thought I would die. A mangled, stung, pus covered blob. A nest full of lethal Trackerjackers- oh, that Katniss is a clever one; almost as much as the girl from District 5.
The world is distorted and not right and I know there is poison in my blood - that I am dying, but I can feel no remorse, nor hatred toward the girl who dropped the nest.
After all, I would have done the same, had I been in her shoes.
Maybe if I had been in her shoes, they would have realized that I was smarter than I look.
But, now they'll never know.