A/N: so sorry for not updating in like, weeks, dear readers! it's just been really crazy, what with Deann's Rosary and FUneral and Burial and the Grieving time and all. i am still really messed up, but i figured i might as well post a new chapter. thanks for your patience!
Disclaimer: I do not own the hunger games.
Claimer: I DO own this story, so no copyrighting!
Clove's POV
Cato wakes me up at midnight. We pack up our weapons and supplies, and make our way to the cornucopia. We don't say a word the whole way there; we don't want anyone to suddenly swoop down on us from behind, and there are not many words I want to say to the Airhead beside me anyways, except for maybe a few rude remarks.
We reach the Cornucopia well before dawn, and hide in a jumble of bushes that will hide us from spying eyes. It's too quiet, almost peaceful, and I have to remind myself several times that in just a few hours, or even minutes, this whole area will be noisy with battle and covered in blood. Katniss' blood! Cato and I munch on a few bits of dried fruit and stale bread. Soon, the night starts to lighten and a gong rings out.
This is It, I think. Almost on cue, the Cornucopia bursts open to reveal a long table full of marked backpacks.
No one notices the red-haired girl until she is a long way off, headed in the opposite direction with her backpack clutched tightly in her hand.
"Damn." I mutter under my breath. I wanted to get rid of her, too, if I had the chance, but it would be pointless to chase her down now. I'm just about to run out onto the open when Cato pulls me back.
"Let go of me you jerk!" I whisper harshly while I try to break free of his strong grasp. He puts a finger over his lips and points outward. A girl is running out of the bushes.
It's Katniss Everdeen.
so please review...they would make me feel better! i hope to get another chapter up this week, okay?
R.I.P. Deann.