Roslynn's POV:

Joel and I were running through the woods, ducking over low branches, and jumping over big tree roots. We are in the Hunger Games. Somehow, Joel became a tribute. We are holding hands. We reach the cornocopia, and I take out a girl with my arrow. A girl throws an axe, but I duck just in time. I take out the girl with another arrow. Soon, Joel and I are the only ones there.

Joel picks me up, and swings me around in circles. Then he kisses me.

"Joel, there can only be one winner." I say, concerned. Joel's smile turns into a frown. He picks up his knife, and fiddles with it.

"I have a confession. I never loved you. I only faked it." He says.

"What do you mean?" I say, frowning.

"I don't love you."

I gasp. "But- "I'm sorry, but I want to win." He says as he plunges his knife into my heart. I scream.

"Joel! How could you?" I scream.

"I'm sorry." He says, as he walks away from me. He never looks back.

My heart is broken, literaly. But also emotion-wise. I take one last look at the beautifull world around me, before dying.

I jolt awake, covered in cold sweat.

"Are you allright? You started tossing and turning, and at one point, you started yelling 'no!' and 'Joel, don't do it!'." Flo asks.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just a nightmare. Go back to sleep. I'll keep watch." I say.

"Who's Joel?" she asks.

"I'll tell you later. Go to sleep!" I say.

"Fine." Flo mumbles, then she lays back down, and starts snoozing away.

I walk outside of the cave, and watch the twinkling stars. The nightmare still haunts me. What if he really didn't like me? What if he only pretended? He did act a little strage and wierd when I told him. I try to push these thoughts out of my head. There is no need for negative thoughts.

The sun begans to rise, turning the sky purple, then pink. Flo joins me outside.

"So, who's Joel?" Flo asks.

"The guy I like." I answer.

"What was your nightmare?" Flo asks. I sigh, then tell her.

When I finnish, Flo says, "Don't worry about it. Nightmare's are just your worst fears. You have nothing to worry about."

"Ok" I say. "I guess."

Flo and I go hunting later, but find no food. "That's ok, maybe we'll get something later." Flo says with her usual optimism, but we try again later, with no luck.

"Flo, I think the gamemaker's took away our food sources. We need to find another place." I say.

"Ok." Flo says, and we pack up our things and leave.

Wren's POV:

The bleeding in my arm finnaly stopped. I rip off another piece of my shirt, and wrap it around my arm to prevent infection. Now, I'm gonna set out to kill Calico. He made a mistake of killing my sister. Now he's gonna pay the price.

I grab Reagan's knife in one hand, with my spear in the other. I retrace my steps to where my sister was killed, then head into the direction where he went. I was not thinking this all the way through, because I focused only on my anger and desire of revenge, rather than thinking this through. Plus I'm taken over by part insanity.

"Oh Callico, where are you? It's time for you to face your DEATH!" I say. I realise that he left a blood path, so I follow that.

The path stops at the base of a tree, which is covered in blood. I look around, and see him, hunting a hare, his back turned. This is my chance. I run up to him, as quiet as a ninja, ans slit his throat. He falls to the ground, eyes open in terror.

"You deserve it." I tell him, and I walk away.

Suddenly, a sharp pain enters my back. I gasp, and colapse to the ground. What was I thinking? Calico was most likely going to kill me! I was focused only on my anger and desire of revenge, rather than thinking this through. I scream out of anger and pain.

Then, I hear a cannon.

Flo's POV:

"Look Roslynn, there's the forest!" I exclaim.

"I see it!" She says. We pick up our pace, and the temperature slowly rises back to a nice temperature. We enter the forest, and look for a place to stay at.

Suddenly, I hear a scream. I glance at Roslynn, who looks as startled as I do.

"We need to help her, come on!" I say as I run off into the woods.

"No, wait!" Roslynn yells, as she runs after me.

I stop when I see her. Wren. She has a dagger sticking out of her back, with blood pouring out. Wren looks startled when she sees me.

I say, "Don't worry. I'm here to help you." Wren still looks scared. I genntly pull the knife out of her back, and clean up the mess of blood.

"Thank you." She whispers. I nod.

Roslynn bursts through the trees, then says, "Flo, come here, now. I need to talk to you... privately."

Not a very good chapter... sorry. Happy Easter!