She had done it again. She had called me fox-face. Its pretty much bullying to make fun of some-ones features. Anyway, I got that girl on fire back by stealing all her medicine, feeding it to a pack of hungry squirrels, and then putting the container back in her pack. I smiled maliciously as she skidded, startled by a rabbit. I glanced over at lover boy. He was poking at funny coloured berries and then he picked them. I suddenly leaped back and stared at the berries. They were Nightlock, the fruit that kills, as my brother called them. I thought of home, my so-called friends who would be all over me if I won, instead of ignoring me, as they did before I went to the games. I thought of the disappointment my mother would have if I won. She hates me. Then I thought of the star-crossed lovers. If the boy ate the berries and died, the girl would be devastated and kill herself, which would be two steps closer to home. Eeew. So I slid down the tree when lover boy had disappeared of somewhere, took a small nibble of cheese and put two berries into my mouth. The world around me started to darken and I dropped to the ground. And that's the true story of my death. Do you really think I'm that stupid and let berries fool me?