TWO CHAPTERS FOR MY EPIC RETURN!

Another 1.5 hours I have to write. Let's get started.

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Elijah

The next morning, I wake up to a very cold, windy desert. Right now, it is not even sunrise. The wind is blowing the sand around playfully outside of our tent. The sky is pitch black except for twinkling stars. I look over at the other side of the tent and I see everyone asleep except Fish and Yael. It looks like he's treating her.

I creep silently over to Fish. I slowly step over Crystal, Sadie, and Elise, who are out cold. I guess I didn't go silently enough, because Fish doesn't jump when I say, "Boo." Fish just smiles at me, but then he looks back and stares at a small and shivering Yael.

I look over at Fish. "Is she going to make it?" I ask him. Fish looks at me and slowly shakes his head no. I really hate myself for immediately thinking, well, that's one more dead. If I was in any other circumstance, I'd think myself crazy to think anything like that. By now, whenever I think of death and the Hunger Games mixed together, I immediately think Bring honor to your district! Bringing honor to District 2 is the most important thing here! I want to tell memories of my old teacher to shut up, but they won't get out of my head.

I think Fish knows I won't say anything, so he explains. "I mean, she got hit by a 6 foot tall wave, got drenched to the bone, and then ran through snow in a T-shirt. After running a mile, she went through shock, and . . . now her body's gone through too much trauma, and it's just shutting down."

I look back at Yael. Her skin is turning blue and puffy. "She can't remember who she is and why she's here. She's having spastic fits. Typical of third-degree hypothermia," Fish continues. I kneel down next to Yael. Her eyes are closed, and she's hyperventilating and is stirring around.

I am about to ask Fish, How do you know that anything about hypothermia? Then, I remember that Fish is from District 4, and that he probably knows everything water. Now Yael is moaning in pain, and starts rolling around in her sleeping bag. It must be horrible. I remember the feeling of my insides being microwaved whenever I pass the border, but this must be a hundred times worse.

She finally makes one last scream of pain, and then she is silent. A loud canon goes off in the quiet dark morning. Fish and I just sit there, looking at her lifeless blue body until Sadie jolts awake and says, "Who died?" Wow. A canon goes off and first thing you say is, "Who died." Another thing you wouldn't do unless you were in the Games.

"Yael," Fish confirms, feeling her pulse. He nods. Sadie looks shocked, and kind of embarrassed.

"That stinks," she says. She then lies back down in her sleeping bag and stares up at the ceiling of our tent.

After a long and awkward silence, I say, "We should let the game makers get her body." I then help Fish drag her body out of the tent, and into the sand. Moments later, a helicopter buzzes into the scene. A giant claw comes down and picks up her lifeless self, and then the helicopter goes away.

After a few moments of silence, Elise says, "It's so hot here in the desert. I vote we break camp and move." We all know that nothing interesting is going to happen anytime soon, so we decide to break camp so the game makers have something to film. Unless there's not something highly interesting going on with the remaining tributes, then we're definitely going to be filmed now. We need to make this interesting.

I help Fish take down the tent that is now battered and beaten up, and we stick it in the bag. "Who should carry the tent?" I ask the group as I zip up the zipper.

"I think that you just volunteered yourself," Sadie says, then she punches me in the arm. It wasn't a mean punch, but more like a playful one. I smile at her.

"So I guess you all vote me to carry the tent?" I ask.

Everyone looks up from what they've been picking up. "Yeah." "Sure." "Go ahead." rings from the group, who I notice is taking a longer time than normal breaking camp. They're usually done by now.

After a few minutes later, Crystal, Sadie and Elise have finished shoving stuff into various bags. We don't really care about organization if we're going to end up dying.

"Got everything?" Elise asks us.

"Yup." I say. More nods of approval from the others.

"Okay then, let's get going," Crystal says, who immediately starts hiking away from the border of the desert and the snow.

Fish and Sadie follow her, and are straight behind her. I eventually find myself in the back of the pack with Elise. After walking through the desert for about ten minutes, Elise starts talking to me.

"Finally, a time where I can talk to you!" she says.

"Great," I start sarcastically. "What did I do now?"

"Nothing," she says, holding back a smile.

"What?" I ask.

"Oh my gods. . son!" she says, catching herself. "Yes, oh my godson. Newest exclamation out there." Her face turns red. "Hope Fish and Sadie didn't hear that," she mumbles.

"Okay, now what is it you wanted to tell?" I ask. Fish and Sadie are looking over their shoulders and are staring at us.

"You're just oblivious," she says, smiling.

"About what?" I ask.

She laughs and whispers, "Boys."

"I'm oblivious about boys?" I ask. "That's really awkward." What is she talking about? I wonder.

"No," she says, and she laughs. "You're oblivious about girls."

"You just said I was oblivious about boys!" I tell her. Now I'm really confused.

"Look, I meant to say that boys are always so oblivious about girls. And how girls like boys," Elise says.

"What are you getting at?" I ask her.

She grabs me by the shoulders and shakes me and says, "You're oblivious!"

"Care to elaborate on my stupidity and obliviousness?" I remark. I jerk myself away from her and I give her a siblingly punch in the arm.

"Oooowww!" She says. "That is my bad arm!"

"Sorry!" I say. I guess I didn't notice the huge bandage wrapped around her arm.

"Elijah," she groans. She rolls her eyes and then says, "I'm fine. In case you haven't noticed," she starts, but then goes down to a whisper. "Sadie's been making eyes at you."

"What?" I yell. Sadie and Fish look over their shoulders again, but Elise mouths It's okay!

I guess I really am oblivious, if I can't see Sadie flirting with me. I think.

Elise continues, whispering. "I thought she thought you were just a cute immature twelve year old. But that was back when we were at training. I think she has a crush on you!"

"Oh, come on, Elise. I would've noticed that," I say. I look over ahead at Sadie, who's been whispering to Fish and looking back at me occasionally.

I look over at Elise.

"Well, she's obviously not making eyes at me now!" I say.

"SHH! She'll hear you!" Elise says. She punches me in the arm. She's having one of her girly-girl moments.

"Shut up," I say.

"You shut up," she says.

We keep hiking.

Sorry for the short chapter :P