It doesn't matter how many times they reset the bombs around the crates. I've already memorized each position, and I can always do it again. I've been watching them for hours now, hoping for a distraction, just one distraction….
When they left looking for the source of the smoke, I knew it was definitely Fate's way of telling me I was lucky. After waiting to see if any of them would reappear, I emerge from the trees and study the ground, calculating the exact path of turned up earth from where the bombs are hidden.
Then I take off.
I'm suddenly glad I'd taken those years of torturous dance classes, because without them, I'd have died, without a doubt.
But suddenly, at one point, I over-step the distance and land on a patch of ground up dirt. I cry out in terror and shock before I can stop myself. I freeze in place for what feels like an eternity until I deem it safe to move.
When I finally reach the crates and barrels, I begin rooting around inside, snatching a few things from each. An apple or two here, a handful of berries there; enough to keep me alive and to keep them unsuspecting. Once I'm done, I copy my hop-skip dance out of the minefield, back out to the open forest.
Back home, they said I would never be smart enough to outwit everyone in the games; in fact, they're all probably shocked that I made it this far.
But that doesn't matter. They can think what they want to.
Because no matter what anyone says, I will win the 74th Annual Hunger Games. No matter what.
H~*~*~*~*~G
A/N: Yep. Foxface was a favorite of mine, so I finally decided to do a one-shot of her. I might rewrite this in the future; but for now, enjoy!
~Persephone