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Death. Such a welcome place in this accursed arena. I, however, have not given up. I will come out alive.

I surveyed this "arena". You might as well call it a graveyard, as it will be the death place of twenty-three children. Children whose death will be entertainment for the Capitol. However I must calculated this arena if I want to survive. Wheat field. Good place to hide but most likely filled with danger. Woods. Good place to run too, probably has edible plants and animals. Lake. Too open but is obviously the main or only water source.

Thirty seconds left. I glanced at the cornucopia. I had no desire to get myself killed on the first day, but the many supplies are very tempting. The two tributes next to me were skinny and scared looking. They can't do anything to me. My eyes narrowed onto a medium-sized peachy pink backpack that must have contained some food. One problem. It was at least ten meters from me. The gong sounded.

Too late to think. My body reacted before my mind. I had scooped up a half a loaf of bread near me and racing towards the backpack. I caught glimpses of the bloodbath around me. Two boys in a battle with swords. A girl chopping a boy's head off with an axe. Fire Girl was wrestling a orange backpack from a boy. No one had noticed me. Yet

I grabbed the backpack and was about to run to the woods when a spear flew over my shoulder. I glanced back. The boy from District 1 was grinning as he hefted another spear to throw.

Fear rushed through me. How was I so stupid! My race to the backpack has secured my death.

The spear flew toward me. I stumbled at the last moment and the spear embedded its tip in a tree. If I had not tripped, that tip would be through my chest.

Terror returned as the surprise from being at death's door evaporated. That terror fueled me as ran into the woods. Running until my legs were sore and my head was spinning when exhaustion.

I settled down by a tree when I was sure there was no tributes around me and sort out my supplies. The backpack contained a bottle of water that holds a liter and was filled with water, a blanket that covers most of my body, a bag of beef jerky, a small first-aid kit that contains five small bandages for cuts, a few stomachache pills, and a small balm for minor burns, iodine, and enough rope to wrap around my waist three times. The bread was a bit dirty but still edible.

This was more than I could ever ask for. I had enough food to keep me alive for about two or three days if I ate carefully. More water was needed, but for now it was enough.

I collected all my supplies and placed them in my backpack. I dirtied up my peachy pink backpack with some leaves and dirt. It wouldn't work from up close, but the dirt should camouflage my backpack from a distance.

Eleven cannon booms shook me from my delight. Eleven dead. Thirteen including myself left alive. Those cannons reminded me of where I am. In an arena where people cheer as I die. I will not die, I reminded myself though my words seem weak. Words can not help me here. Only my cleverness and my will to live can.

The dead tributes' faces flash up in the sky. The girl from 3. That means the boy who attacked me was alive along with most of the Career pack. The boy from 4. That was surprising. Most Careers survive the first day. My district partner. I did not know him well, but I was sad for his family. Both the girl and boy from 6 and 7. The boy from 8. The girl and boy from 9 and the girl from 10. This was expected. They don't survive for long. This means that five Careers, the boy from 3, the girl from 8, the boy from 10, the twelve-year old from 11, the giant from 11, Lover Boy, and Fire Girl were alive.

The odds were not in my favor. They never are. I was just a small 15-year old from 5 among the strong and mighty careers from 1, 2, and 4. The strong giant from 11. The angelic twelve-year old. And of course the star-crossed lovers from 12. The girl on fire who impressed Panem with her 11 in training and Lover Boy who shocked the Capitol with his confession of love.

No matter. I'll make sure they remember me whether it be with death or life. I will be known as the girl from 5. The girl who outwitted them all.

Thank you for reading!

A/N: Foxface's real name will not be revealed as the rest of the story will be in first-person. I like her without a name as it increases her mysterious personality.

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