A FOX AND AN OX
DOWN IN THE WHEAT FIELDS
This is a story about Foxface and Thresh. Have you ever thought about what they did in their time in the arena? They just might have teamed up.
Foxface POV
Chapter 1
Seritan is lying on the floor, rolling around playing with his truck.
Mum is being lazy as always, sleeping in between eating cans of butter.
Why does butter even come in cans?
I guess that's just the level of intelligence in District 5.
Dad is making us beef soup before he goes to the nuclear plant.
"Dad," I groan "What's with the beef soup for breakfast?" I absolutely hate beef soup let alone for breakfast.
"Mercy! Don't complain or you'll go hungry!"
"But Dad, I absolutely hate beef soup, I'd rather go hungry."
"Fine."
"Fine."
I grunt and head out the door to school.
School. Boring old school. It's always nuclear explosions this and energy saving that. What could get more boring?
"Mercy! Mercy!"
Oh Crumbs. I sprint towards the entrance gate.
Being the fastest student in my year I have to have some advantage over Gradn.
He is the most annoying boy you could ever imagine, chasing me every single chance he gets.
He will never be as fast as me, no one will
That's my strength.
I guess I am quite sly and sneaky as well.
And have I mentioned that I'm the smartest girl in my class.
If there is one thing I've ever learnt it is that strategies always work as long as you plan them.
I am now running so fast that I feel like I'm flying.
I see Jastil as a big blur.
As usual, he is eyeing me off in awe.
His face was filled with admiration and resentment.
I guess if he beat me I'd hate him in a way that involves slight admiration.
I bolt even faster now with the gate inside.
As I fly through them, a tremendous hazy shape appears straight in front of me.
And I can't park now.
Bam.
Thresh POV
I hate this axe.
I hate this bucket.
I hate these scissors.
I hate these stinky gloves.
I hate these berries.
I hate these trees.
I hear the Mockingjays tune.
Thank god this day is over.
I trudge along, barely even able to trudge.
Even with my brutal strength I'm suffering from muscle aches.
I am not a wuss though.
I don't hate pain.
I love fear, not that I've ever experienced it.
People fear me though.
I appear scary, brutal and sinister.
One hundred per cent frightening.
Blood boiling and spine tingling. Absolutely horrific.
And boy do I love it.
I swing my fist toward the beehive and break it into pieces.
They bite me a million times.
The pain is intense.
That's what I find lovely.
I just can't wait for the reaping.
I would never volunteer yet love, and I mean absolutely love, to get reaped.
It has been a dream of mine.
I could scare the living daylights out of everyone.
Watch out Panem.
You'll never know what's hit you.