The girl from district 5.
The ugly one, who looks a little bit like a fox.
I won't be remembered when I die, I didn't make an impression like that beautiful girl, Katniss. I hope she wins. She was amazing in the interviews, playing with the audience… but what did I do? Just sit there and act all sneaky. No, when i die, no one will know how i truly feel. Why i act the way i do, just to cover up how i feel deep inside. I mean look at me.. Just a girl, just a normal girl.. Nothing special.. Just me..
IN THE GAMES.
They know i haven't eaten in two days, they'll think i'm being stupid. I think of my mother and brother.. watching the big screens in district five. Mouths wide open, shocked at what i am about to do. They will know though.. They will know that i am doing this for a reason. They will know. I have to keep telling myself this.. or.. or.. i won't be able to think how they will feel.
The hunger pains in my stomach snap me out of thought. Quite ironic actually. I watch him.. The stupid boy.. Picking the berries off the bush. Nightlock. The most dangerous, sweet berry. I hope he doesn't eat one. I want them to win. Peeta and Katniss. Together. The star crossed lovers. And i will just be another. Another one that died in the games. "A foolish mistake" they will say, and shrug their shoulders and forget about me.
The capitol don't care about us, forced into the games, for their entertainment. It makes me sick.
I need to do it now. Its now or never i think.
I watch him, he walks over to the river, and when he bends down, i run over to the plastic sheet. I pick up a few of the deadly berries in my hand, and i remember my hunger. I almost forget what i am doing as i grab a bit of the beautiful creamy goats cheese just sitting there. I am so used to using other people's food supply, i guess i have just got into a habit of doing it.. Then i hear him turn around. The boy, i run, and i hope and pray he doesn't see me.
I run and run, until i come to a clearing in the woods, this way the cameras will see exactly what i am doing and they will have to show it. My death. The girl who ate nightlock. The girl who ate nightlock, on purpose.