Just to be clear, I don't have an updating schedule and only write when I have spare time. As you already know that this story is coming together very slow but honestly not many people are reading it so sorrryyyy for those few that are. If you show me that you are interested in this story I will become more motivated.
I had this chapter ready to be uploaded a week ago but fanfiction wouldn't let me post.
I'm so sorry for the previous post, don't know what happened to all the text.
Anyways here is another short chapter...
I didn't sleep well last night, either because the tree wasn't that comfortable or that I could be attacked at any moment. Yesterday was my first day in the arena. Once the countdown reached the end I sprinted off into the forest. Just before entering the forest I grabbed a backpack and had to run for my life when a girl from the higher districts tried killing me with her deadly knife throwing skills. I was able to seek shelter in the trees away from her flying knives. The backpack that I risked my life for was barely worth it. My priorities were on finding Jackson and finding water. I had told Jackson that he must run as fast and faraway from the killing, telling him I would then find him. I had lost sight of him when trying to get away from 'Knife Girl'. My day was spent alternating between walking and running trying to find Jackson or water. It was nearing Sunday when I found a small but steady moving stream of water. I quickly filled up my water bottle and decided to seek a place to sleep. I knew I would not have any luck trying to look for Jackson once the sun went down. After traveling not too far from my newly found water supply I climbed to large tree and watched as the sky filled with children's faces.
In the early hours of the morning I decided to start moving hoping to find Jackson along the way. The boots I wear fit well and I can easily run in them without them weighing me down but the only problem I have is the backpack that likes to bounce and swing around when I run. After a few hours I decide to take a break and set up a snare not too far in hope of catching some lunch. I go to check on my snare hiding in a bush a few feet away making sure that it is safe to turn my back on whatever is out here for a few moments to get a big fat rabbit that has found itself imprisoned in my snare. Just as I'm about to stand-up I hear a human cough in the distance. I really shouldn't go to find out who made that sound but what if it is Jackson?
I decide to climb and jump from tree to tree, something that could probably get me killed alone, but in this situation it is better than walking feet first into danger. Finally I see a small fire going and the large boy from district 11 sitting beside it. He seems to be trying to soak up the warmth from the fire by sitting very close that I almost want to shout that his cloths might catch on fire but I stay quiet instead. Back in district 12 I've had 'run ins' with big guys looking for trouble. I'm not the best fighter but I can hold my ground. I know if I were in a fight with Mr 11, I don't think it will end well on my half. I'm almost certain it would be my cannon going off. The only thing I do know is that if I'm against a bigger, stronger fighter is to find their weakness and use it to my advantage. Fighting isn't all about strength, it's about being smart; something I've learnt over time.
The little girl, Rue, walks out with her arms full of sticks.
"Not the green ones we don't want to attract any unwanted visitors" Mr 11 tells Rue
"I know, I know, how many times you have to tell me Thresh? Just be thankful that I am looking after you" teasing a smiling Rue.
I almost smile because of Rue.
How could you smile in a place like this? I wonder. And then I have an idea and I'm not sure how it's going to turn out and I can almost see Haymitch shaking his head but here it goes.
"Your coughing is going to be attracting unwanted visitors before any smoke" I step up on the branch that I was crouching on so that both Mr 11 aka Thresh and Rue can see me.
Rue drops her pile of sticks in fright and thresh leaps up to stand, sending himself into a fit of loud coughs.
Yes I can see Haymitch shaking his head but I almost have a feeling Cato would be sitting there with that smirk on his face.