This boy is smarter than I thought. I grit my teeth. It is morning now. Last night, Glimmer and the girl from District 4's faces were projected in the sky. I sit and watch as the careers dig around the twenty-four platforms that surround the cornucopia. They started last night. I hadn't thought much of it then, but now I had an idea of what they were doing. For some reason I would rather not know the answer to, they were digging up the mines that lay buried before the launch platforms we entered on. The careers dug and dug while the boy from District 3, who I decide to dub, "Brains" sits at camp tinkering with the explosives.

I hop down from the tree I was in and scamper into the woods. My food supply is now down to only a few berries. I need to find more food. The careers were busy in camp, so no way was I going to be able to snatch any of their food any time soon. I walk back to where I had first found the berries, knife at hand. There were still nine others hiding in the woods, just itching for me to die. That is, if they remember me. It seemed like my plan was working. The careers probably had a target on Katniss from 12, because of her eleven in training and maybe muscle man from 11. Loverboy must have betrayed them, because he never returned either, so he would be on their mind too. I was most likely last on their kill list.

The berry bush gleams in the distance. I look at it greedily and head towards the bush. I reach for the berries when I am flung into the air. My stomach flops as I am projected into the air. I grasp my knife in my hand. When the world slows down, I find that I am upside down. My right foot is tied up by a thick rope. I struggle in the air, but it hurts to move my right leg. The rope has a tight grip on my ankle. Every time I move, the rope digs even deeper into it.

Knife in hand I flip myself upwards with a groan, grasping the rope with my left hand, and saw at the rope with my knife. My left hand burns from gripping the rope so hard and my right arm aches from sawing. I let go of the rope and take a rest. My heart is pounding and my eyes search the forest. The berries lie in front of me, just out of reach. My stomach rumbles. I press through the pain and continue what I started. I grip the rope again and continue to saw through the rope. The rope snaps and I fall to the ground with a thud. My knife flies to the side. I pull the rope off of my ankle. It is bloody from rope burn. I pull the bandage out of my pack and wrap the wound. I look over the broken rope in my hands and realize this snare must have been set by the careers and I was unlucky enough to be captured in it.

I stumble over to the bush and retrieve my knife. It is clearly worn down from all of the rope cutting…great. I look at the berries hungrily and reach to pick them. I pull a ripe, red berry off the bush. I raise it to my mouth….

Something doesn't feel right. I lower the berry and look it over. I pull out a berry from my pouch and compare the two. This is the same berry bush I was at the other day, but this isn't the same berry. The one I already had wasn't nearly as red as this new one. My mind races back to training. Red elderberry. I throw the berry on the ground and step on it. The poisonous juices leak on the ground.

So this is how it's going to be. The Game Makers have replaced my last food source with poisonous berries. I make my way around the area, but the only berry bushes I come across are poisonous. I put my hand over my rumbling stomach.

I head back towards my new tree by the career camp with nothing but my last handful of berries, a bloody ankle, and a worn-down knife.

As I curl up in the thick branches of the tree, my eyes droop. It was a long, tiring day. The careers are sleeping farther from the camp then usual. Brains is still with them. Their camp is set up differently, too. Instead of the usual clump of supplies, everything is neatly stacked in a pyramid with a mesh net covering the top. I ignore the weirdness of the situation and allow myself to a well-earned sleep.

The sound of cannon fire jolts me from my sleep. I peer at the career camp. The four of them are still there. Who was it this time? Perhaps it was loverboy? The twelve-year old? I shudder at the thought of the small, fragile girl from District 11 dead. I hope it wasn't her.

The shot seems to awake the others, who sit up, rubbing their eyes. I willed them away with my mind. Go hunt! Leave! I mentally shouted at them. I would die without any food and it seemed like theirs' was my only source at the moment.

I can't help myself. I finish the last of my berries. My stomach is held off for the moment, but I would have to find access to more food. If worst comes to worst, I would wander into the other side of the forest. I haven't seen any other tributes around, so they were probably over there.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see movement at the career camp. The three careers are surrounding Brains. He is talking and it seems as if he is drawing a diagram or something on the ground. He gets up and walks towards the pile of supplies. I watch as he jumps carefully from foot to foot until he is standing on a crate of supplies. My eyes flicker back to the holes at the cornucopia. So that's what he was doing! He re-activated the mines and used them to protect their supplies. He must have informed the others of my thievery.

As the boy hops back to the un-mined section of ground, I make marks on my trees of where he stepped. Cato then takes his turn going up to the supplies. From what it looks like, they didn't leave a straight path to the supplies. One step and you're dead meat. I watched carefully, carving notes into the tree trunk.

Hours fly by. The heat is unbearable. I rip off my sweatshirt and use it to dry the sweat rolling down my forehead. By now I have seen the careers go back and forth between the supplies four or five times. They obviously find it fun. The idea of jumping around mines scares me, but I know it is either that or starve to death. I pick the mine jumping.

I hear a rustling in the trees not far from me. It seems like the boy from District 1 heard it, too because he gestures to the others and they run off into the woods. I scan the treetops and see a quick glimpse of a shadow jumping from tree to tree. Judging by the size, I would say it was the twelve-year old from District 11. She looks like she is flying between the trees. The careers won't be catching her anytime soon. I sigh in relief as I realize she wasn't the one who died this morning.

My eyes dart back to the career's base camp and I am disappointed to see that Brains is standing by the pile, spear in hand. He was a fragile-looking boy, probably not very strong. The idea of attack dances around my mind.

The sound of angry careers brush the thought away. They pass under my tree, grumbling away.

I watch as they return to camp and plop on the ground. For a bunch of crazy killing-machines, they look pretty pathetic right now, angry that they lost some prey.

The three careers generally seem to ignore Brains as he fiddles around with some sort of plastic box. The whole scene is boring me.

I lay back and study the diagram of my path to the supplies. One wrong step and I would be blown to bits. A shout comes from the direction of the career camp.

I turn and see Cato pointing into the air. I follow his finger and see smoke arising from the forest, not too far from where I am. Within seconds the careers are racing under my tree to the smoke, and Brains is with them.

Now or never. I turn to check that the careers are long gone. I swing out of the tree and race full-speed towards the pyramid of supplies. My mind races as I think of the mines. I focus on the mental picture of my diagram. I approach the supplies slowly, searching the ground. The faint evidence of dug-up ground lies around me. I jump to my right, teetering slightly. Good. Okay Holly, now keep going. I hop around to every safe spot I can locate. A barrel lies in front of me. Almost there. I position myself to jump. I push off the ground with my right foot. I soar through the air, over the barrel and onto a crate, landing on my tip-toes. My momentum throws me forward. Is this it? Is this the end of Holly Maglite? Without thinking, a slight squeal escapes my lips. I thrust my hands to the ground and embrace myself for what's to come. Nothing happens. Am I alive? The ground materializes before me. I push off the ground and regain my balance.

The food that surrounds me, makes my stomach growl loudly. Take it all! My mind yells greedily. I know I can not do that. I must make it appear as if no one was here. I open a near-by crate and take a few crackers. I stuff them into my pouch and grab two apples from a burlap sack that hangs suspended from a rope off the side of a near-by bin.

I need a weapon. Looking around, I find nothing with-in a safe distance. I turn back towards the woods. Without hesitation I leap of the crate I am on and hop back to safety. Adrenaline is pumping in my veins. Back home my family is probably ecstatic at my latest feat. Maybe they even have hope for me.

I take off towards the tree I hid in the first couple days I was in the arena. Climbing it is so easy now. I lean against the familiar trunk and hungrily eat a bright, red, apple I had salvaged.

I raise the apple to my mouth. I am salivating just looking at it, I am so starving.

"BOOM!"

The sound surprises me and I have to grab a branch quickly as I start to fall from my tree. I haul myself back up and cover my ears. A chain reaction is occurring around me. Explosions fill the air, causing the ground beneath me to shake violently. The sound was horrific.

Someone had just blown up the mines.