I growled at the guard who was standing watch over my cage. He looked at me in disgust and spit on my right foot. I hissed at him and did my best impression of a dog's bark. He got annoyed of this after a while and he kicked my cage to make me shut up. Dang it! I had missed my chance to grab him! I tried a different attempt on getting his attention. All I had to do was make him open the cage door. Then I could fight my way out of the Capitol. The guards had instructions from president Snow to always look at me but never touch me while on guard duty. I had been waiting for a really long time to try out my lock picking skills. I had never picked a lock in my life but how hard could it be? I had found a paper clip on the floor of my cage when i was put in. how careless of them. When i say them i mean i mean the capitol government or the authoritys or the enemy or the people who ruined my life or president Snow. whaterver way you want to think about it. i had been trying to distract the guards for a week now. Thats right I had been wrotting in this stink hole for a week. Six guards escoted me to the bathroom two times a day so that I didn't pee in my cage or small cell. I got fed rice three times a day. This was a terrible food in Capitol standards. Usually they had feasts laid out for every meal. Most of it was trashed and wasted. I whimpered at the thought of eating the Capitols fondue. Then I shuddered at the thought of Cinna dying. I went back to my planning. I had many plans. The metal bars on my cage weren't big enough to fit through but my hand could easily grab on to something… or someone.
Out of nowhere I grinned at the guard. His expression changed to a mixture of confusion, disgust, and fear. No doubt he thought I was crazy. "What's your name?" I asked in the kindest voice I could conjure. He kicked my cage and right as his boot touched the mettle bars I put my hand in between them and grabbed the soldiers boot. He tried to pull away but I was never going to let go. Not after staying in this stink hole for a week.
The guard tried to shake my hand off but I had an iron grip. He could have easily grabbed my hand and ripped it off but he had strict instructions not to touch me unless I was escaping the cage. The soldier on duty finally cracked and whispered, "Let go you idiot!" I grabbed his ankle with one hand and pulled his boot off with the other. He poked me with his gun but he couldn't shoot me! I was the famous Katniss Everdeen, the girl on fire.