Authors note:
Hello everyone. I know it's been ages (Months actually) and for that I am very sorry! But I have just been busy with exams and everything. It's been stressing, really, and it still is! So please enjoy this update, because I don't know when I will be able to update next. Thanks for reviewing and adding me, and reading this story.
Rainclaw, Your review really ruled, I was happy all day when I read it! (please note I had a killer hangover, so that's quite and achievement!) It's only because of you that I'm updating this story (I was originally going to update one of my other stories), so thank you a bunch! I wish you have a profile though, but if you do, please write me ;-)!
That is pretty much it! Enjoy that we have started the summer(for those of you who have summer in June, July and August)
Disclaimer: I don't own the hunger games, I am not Suzanne Collins. That's a shame though, if I was her, I could write some killer stories! ;-)
Dear diary,
I just woke up, and I'm writing this from my plane seat bed. I'm trying to be quiet, so i don't wake the others.
It's a pleasant cool temperature right now, and I'm guessing it's about sunrise.
The events from yesterday seem very distant to me now, like they haven't happened. But they have. The proof is right in front of me, and it's chocking. I don't know why I'm having trouble believing it. Can i still be in some state of chock? I don't feel anything out of the ordinary, except from a killer headache and an aching body.
I guess I just don't know what to think.
I just read my journal from yesterday, and it's the shortest bit I have ever written in my diary. But then again, I can't possible add more to it. Yesterday was just too much to write and squeeze into one tiny book. I think I can write thousands and thousands of pages about yesterday, and I still haven't have said it all.
I met most of the other kids yesterday; out of all of them, I like Olivia the most. She's a red head with a great sense of humor. But to be fair, she's also the only one I have really talked to. Well, except from Peeta of course. I can't really figure him out, though.
I don't know why he dose it, but he worries for me and cares for me, like he's known me for years, and not just for 1 single day. Maybe I'm miss judging him, maybe I'm mistaken by his acts. It could, after all, be the way he treats everyone. I most certainly don't know, but I swear I will find out..
Did I mention our situation?
We have food, we have water, and we have shelter. But we're also stuck on the top of a mountain, only god-knows-where. It could be weeks, months, or even years before they find us, and who's to say they will even find us alive?
No one,
I'm worried this will soon be turning in the wrong direction. It has to happen, somebody is going to snap. It's only a matter of time before it happens;
It could be of thirst, it could be of hunger, either way;It's going to happen, and that's what I'm scared about. I need to be careful around here. It's only going to get worse from now on, and that's a fact. It will be like a battlefield.
I'll write again as soon as I can, but I don't want the others to find out that I write everything in here... I don't want them to read this
I lift my pencil from the paper, and begin to chew the edge of it nervously. Old habits really do stick to you. I'm not sure what I'm actually writing down, but it doesn't sound much like me. I feel like I'm only thinking of tactics and keeping myself alive right now.
I grimace when I accidentally nibble a large chunk of the pencil of into my mouth. I quickly spit it out, but I have a bad taste in my mouth now. I shut my diary, and as quietly as I can manage it, put it down in my messenger bag again. When I settle the bag on the floor, I slowly begin to make my way through the sleeping people.
I successfully don't wake anyone up on my little quest, and make it outside. Even though the plane wouldn't offer much shelter if it was cold, it's the best "inside" I have. That automatically makes what's not the plane, outside. It's warming up, the sun just vision-able from behind the mountains.
I find some old water bottle from yesterday, and take some long greedy sips from it. Even though it's not very cold, it feels incredibly good to my sore throat, and the metallic taste from the pencil in my mouth.
I settle on a large chunk of wood to relax. Something I can't really do inside the plane, for some odd reason.
I get a chock when somebody clears their throat behind me. I turn around, only to see that it's Gale. I don't know if I should be pleased or bored with his company, since I don't know him.
"Your up early", I begin with, raising an eyebrow at him. Key rule to survival, always, and I mean always, turn the attention away from yourself.
"You to," he says, equally suspicious.
Huh, I guess he knows the "rules" too.
"Yeah well, I'm a morning type of person," I lie. I always sleep late in. "What's your excuse?" I ask.
"I can't sleep when people snore" He says, ever so serious. I can't help it but burst into a laughter most similar to a, oh I don't know, to whatever laughs insanely weird.. He laughs, too. I don't know what's so funny about it; Maybe it's his expression, maybe it's the sound of his voice as he says it, or maybe it's just the whole situation. I just know that I laugh till I can't breath, and beyond that point to.
I lay flat on my back on the ground, when I finally stop laughing, next to him, and I look up in to the sky. Like in a really lame movie. It all seems so dreamlike.
As we lay there, I spot something up in the clouds. Two big black birds, searing across the sky. They come closer and closer to us, until they both settle in a tree that looks very dead, only 10 meters away from us. Oh my god, they are huge. I can feel their black eyes on me, and suddenly I'm pulled back to reality and I realize one thing;
These birds are dangerous.
"Katniss, get moving, Now!" I hear Gale half-hiss, half-whisper to me.
I look behind me, and see that Gale has begun backing away from the birds, apparently he has figured they are dangerous too, and I slowly get up and begin walking backwards too, following Gale's example, trying hard not to make any sudden movements or noises. (I learned that on discovery channel, thank god for that channel!)
Gale is nearly in the plane, and I'm halfway there when it happens. I take a step back and
*Crack*
I step on a dry twig (of course it's dry, everything is dry here) and both the birds big heads turn to focus on me. I stop breathing and stand very still, adrenalin pumping through my sore muscles. The sun is now up, burning my skin, making me very hot. The dusty ground and the dead trees makes it all seem like a big hot dessert. Where I'm the only meal around, for two hungry birds.
That's when she decides to wake up. A girl I think is called Amy, appears from inside the plane. She takes one good look at Gale, then at me, and then at the two black birds with the black staring eyes.
"Oh god, please don't scream" I silently pray.
She starts screaming, and turns on her heels, running back into the plane. Silence for 1 second and then, hell is loose. The birds begin to make angry noises, and they take of, towards me.
"KATNISS, RUN FOR GODS SAKE, RUN!" I hear Gale's voice yell.
But I can't. My body is frozen to the spot, my legs unable to move. I can see the first bird coming. It's huge, twice the size of me! Suddenly, my muscles respond to my mind and I turn and begin running. It's too late, though, one of the birds is right above me, so close I can see it's sharp claws coming out, getting ready to slash me up.
I notice Gale is gone. Probably found it to dangerous to be out here with these birds around. Then I feel a sharp pain from my left shoulder. One of the claws has slashed it open, and blood is poring out of the wound. I fling myself right, landing on the dusty ground with my shoulder first. The birds continues in the same direction. I nearly sigh of relief, but it's not over yet, I'm not safe. I try to get up on my feet, but I can't hold back a gasp of pain as I do it. My shoulders are in very bad shape, and I'm starting to get dizzy from all the blood I lost.
The bird hears my gasp, of course, changing direction again, going straight for me. It's black eyes are fixed on my bleeding shoulder, and it's coming closer. Closer.
I close my eyes, getting ready for whatever is coming...
Hope that was satisfying :-)