POV La La
I'm dead. My eyes are stiff, my head heavy. Sitting up I realise that I am in the woods alive. A boy kneels next to me, stroking my forehead. I recognise him to be the boy that saved me earlier.
"I'm sorry about your friend. I'm Kieran, District 2. And you are?"
"Umm..." My head was spinning. "La La. Sorry, Louise, District 11. Why are you helping me, aren't you a career?"
"I'm helping you because I can! Just because I come from District 2, doesn't mean I have to stick with them!" He spits the last word out with disgust.
"How do I know you are not going to kill me?"
"Well, they think I did back there, it's called saving your life!"
"Finnick Odair, 75th Hunger Games!" We say in unison before erupting in laughter.
After saving Katniss and sacrificing his life, Finnick was loved throughout the Districts. We finally manage to contain ourselves as we hear a rustling in the bushes.
"Quick!" I hiss as we grab our stuff and head up a tree. Climbing has never been my strong point so Kieran makes it up long before me.
"Eh-Oh!" It's Dipsy! I would know that patronising voice, anywhere. Him and Tinky round the corner and I resist the temptation to call out. Kieran sees my mouth open and clasps his hand over it.
"I see you!" shouts Dipsy, his eyes locked on mine. He lines the bow and arrow with my head and fires...