The boy from district twelve, Peeta, I think, is collecting berries. I think Katniss said she was going to hunt. He put out lots of berries, those will be easy to take without him noticing how many are gone. The cheese may prove to be a problem, I mean, there's not a lot but maybe I can take just enough so he thinks an animal ate it, and Katniss will think he ate it. I'm confident in my plan, after all, it worked on the careers, and it worked at home.
In my backpack from the feast, it had some food and a knife. If I want to make it out of the arena, I'll have to kill someone. I guess that's why they gave me a knife. I couldn't fight Katniss and Peeta at the same time, they'd overpower me. Cato is the only one I want to kill, and the one I really can't kill. He's too strong and powerful, but I know Katniss could kill him. I don't know why but I find myself rooting for Katniss. If I was at home, she's the one I'd want to win.
I finger the knife, but my stomach growls. Food first, killing later. Peeta leaves again, so I dart forward and take a handful of berries, and carefully pick at some of the cheese. I slowly eat it, and savor the taste as it explodes across my tongue.
Suddenly, I hear running, and I hide just in time. I see Katniss come and yell at Peeta for something. He offers her some berries, and when she takes them, I know they're safe. I put it in my mouth and bite down, just as I hear Katniss say:
"Not these. Never these."
I collapse on the ground. My life is draining away. The poison courses through my body and the remaining berries drop from my hand. I wish my friends and family knew just how much I loved them. I wish I could see them one last time, but all I see is Katniss. I hope she wins. I wish Katniss knew how much I wanted to get home. I wish she knew how much I admire her. I wish she knew my name.
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