Hi, Sorry I haven't uploaded in a while guys, this chapter is extra long though :D. I really wanted to show foxface's foxness in this chapter, I hope I did well!


I'm just about to drift away into sleep when the blast of Panem's national anthem prevents any hope in getting sleep. I peek out of the transparent slap in my tent and, unluckily, don't have a very good view. I manoeuvre my position so I can see the projection and get ready to see who the Capitol have killed today.

The faces begin with District 3, the girl. So that means Marvel and Glimmer (District 1) and Cato and Clove (District 2) are all still alive. Well, they weren't going to die were they? The fact that pick-axe boy is alive though, is slightly annoying. I'm slightly surprised when I see the handsome face of the District 4 boy. He was a career, so that's a good thing. But the Grace has not fallen today, which does not anger me, because she seemed nice in training, fierce and strong, but kind (sort of.) my heart jumps as I see Derrik flash across the sky. I think back to yesterday when I sat beside him the chariot, and now he is dead. 6, 7, and 9 are all out the competition for good. But not District 8, the girl is still alive. The girl from District 10 is the last to be shown.

Thirteen alive. If I remember correctly that's Marvel, Glimmer, Cato, Clove, Pick-axe boy, Grace, Zara, Thresh, Rue, and the star-crossed lovers left. I'm so tired I honestly can't be bothered to think about it much so I just lazily fall into my sleeping bag and let fatigue drag me into asleep.

Rolling myself awake I squeeze my heavy eyes open. It feels like a morning in District 5, but without Grandma, and with the fact I could die today ... what a lovely thought.

The memories of the day before float into my mind and I think about the death toll, 11 dead. 13 alive. That's almost half. It's about the average for the games; I think the record is about 19, if only that was this year. Suddenly Derrik jumps to mind, Derrik, Derrik is dead, being transported in a cheap box back home. It doesn't make me terribly upset because I didn't really know him well, but we seemed to click when we had the odd conversation, he kind of knew what I had gone through because his family were constantly ill, they had a hereditary disease. That's what he told me in the Training Centre. Now it's just me left from District 5, it kind of spurs me on to try harder.

This thought leads me to zip and tidy up my sleeping bag. As I climb out of my tent I start to feel nervous, what if someone is watching and ready to pounce on me? Cautiously peek through the opening in my tent when I see the green bush shake a few metres from my tent. I grab my knife and vigorously thrust it in front of me, while I slowly unzip the tent. My body is doing all it can to keep quiet, but my heart ,thumping away, doesn't care. More rustling. I realise I have to find my way around the bastard, this has obviously been planned so why can't I out plan them? The transparent piece of plastic on the tent's surface that acts as a window catches my eye, I look at the press studs that holds it closed. If I could just sneak out...

This is where my drama skills from being 'the innocent girl who would never dream of stealing' also comes in handy.

I put on a look that shows 'it must just be nothing' and zip back up the entrance to the tent. My plan begins as I shuffle to the window and undo the studs, after a quick look around I climb out, silently dropping onto the grass. The fake sky is fairly light and I can tell it's around 7:00 am. It's time for an ambush. My eyes lock onto the bush as I tip toe over to the area. Knife in hand I start to feel nervous but confident if that makes sense. As I start to edge my way around the tree adjacent to the bush I see the figure jump out the bush and my heart spasms when I see the turkey hobble along the leaves. Before it has a chance to run I leap onto its body and dig my knife into its head. Blushing and turning red, my cheeks heat up in embarrassment, I expected that to be another tribute but instead I'm lying on top of a turkey. To cling onto the last sponsors I have I act as though it was all planned and give a celebatory "Yessss!" quietly, but so the audience can hear. I am not stupid and will not be look upon as that.