ok so I coped a little from the book just to tell you were I'm at.
there are murmurs of assent and then, to my horror,i heard the pack heading toward me. They do not know I'm here. How could they? And I'm well concealed in the clump of trees. At least while the sun stays down. Then my black sleeping bag will turn from camouflage to trouble. If they just keep moving, they will pass me and be gone in a minute.
But the Careers stop in the clearing about ten yards from my tree. They have flashlights, torches. I can see an arm here, a boot there, through the breaks in the branches. I turn to stone, not even daring to breathe. Have they spotted me? No, not yet.. I can tell from their words their minds are elsewhere.
" shouldn't we have heard a cannon by now?"
" I'd say yes. Nothing to prevent them from going in immediately."
" Unless she isn't dead."
" She's dead. I stuck her my self."
" Then where's the cannon?"
"Someone should go back. Make sure the job's done."
"Yheah, we don't want to have to track her down twice."
"I said she's dead!"
An argument breaks out until on tribute silences the othere." We're wasting time! I'll go finish her and let's move on!" i
almost fell out of the tree. the voice belongs to peeta. Thank goodness, I had the foresight to belt myself in. I've rolled sideways off the fork and I'm facing the ground, held in place by the belt, but i totaly forgot about the bag and it fell to the ground with a loud THUNK.