Who is left? Myself of course. Katniss and Peeta from 12. Cato from 2. Oh, no. No, no, no. Cato is the strongest career District 2 has seen in ages. Katniss and Peeta have stolen the Capitol's hearts with their love story. And I'm all that's left. What's special about me? I'm just a normal girl from a normal District 5 family. If I've learned anything from watching past Hunger Games, it's that the tributes without compelling stories are usually the first to go. It might be a miracle I've survived this long.
If I'm going to die one way or another, I might as well die with dignity. I scoop up the nightlock berries and pour them into my mouth all at once. I'm feeling faint in seconds. In a few seconds more, I'm crumpled up on the ground, gasping and shaking. I can actually feel my body starting to shut down from the poison.
"Sorry. Sorry I… I couldn't come… come home," I cry out. Then there's nothing. Not even darkness.
A/N: This is an idea I've had in my head for ages, and I've finally gotten around to writing it down. It seems more than a bit strange that clever Foxface would die from the most obvious of the poison berries. I hope you've enjoyed! :D