At night, there are three faces in the sky, districts fours and Keerco. Clanacilia must know that it's just me and her left, she will come after me. Even if she doesn't, the capitol will find a way of getting us together. Probably either today or tomorrow.

I feel nervous; I don't want the capitol to draw us together using some horrible weapon. I've seen previous games, I know what can happen. Clanacilia was camping out near the cornucopia last time, maybe she's still there.

I eat the other rabbit, as the food touches my tongue, I realise how hungry I am. I drink some water, making a mental note to get more food in the morning. After everything is gone, I climb into my sleeping bag and close my eyes.

I wake up to the sound of mockingjays in the trees, I can't to save my life so don't think much about them. I yawn; today will be the day when the games end (hopefully), either me or Clanacilia will die!

I trek to the cornucopia, trying to remember where it is. After a few hours, I have no luck. I sit down and open my back. I then realise that I have no food left, great. My legs are too tired to move but my stomach is screaming for food.

Looking for some nuts or berries, I stand. After a while of searching, I find some yummy looking berries. I recognise these from home, my father used to bring them home after a long days work. I haven't had one since he died.

I pick them and stuff my face, delicious. I hear movement behind me. Axe at the ready, i turn and throw. A small bird lies limp on the ground, blood pouring from its head.

"I'm so sorry," I whisper to the dead body, "I'm hungry, berries don't really make a good lunch."

I make a small fire to cook the bird, I eat half of it, fast. I'm about to move when I think. If I stay here, Clanacilia will come soon. I decide to make the fire bigger, the sooner she comes, the sooner it's over.

I begin to get bored; this waiting business is so boring. I remember my father saying that whenever I am bored, I should pass the time away with talents. The only talent I've is getting annoyed and bored fast. I look around me; there are lots of small pieces of wood around me.

I pick up a piece of wood, a small sharp knife and carve out a shape. Before I realise it, I have made some small, slightly strange figurines. This is what my father taught me, this is my talent. I smile at the thought.

The sky is getting dark, I really hoped by this time I'd be dead or in the capitol. Can't push my luck, eh. I don't feel sleepy and I don't want Clanacilia creeping up on me at night. I have a feeling that the capitol will draw us together somehow, I know that I must get to Clanacilia before the capitol make us. I get up and travel to what I think will be my death...