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Katniss Everdeen
((FYI: I'M EDITING THE LAST CHAPTER A LITTLE. I FORGOT TO INCLUDE WHEN SHE GOT BURNED. FORGET IT FOR NOW.))
I lean against the trunk of a willow tree, brushing the sharp pine needles off my pants. It's a useless attempt; they just break into smaller pieces and get pinned against my legs by the fabric. I pull at my pants, trying to get them to stop digging into my skin, but, as I said, it's useless.
A slightly cold breeze blows the hair that has somehow slipped out of my braid into my eyes. I shiver and pull my hair behind my ear. I wish one of us managed to grab a sleeping bag or a small tarp, but it would be really hard to lug around if someone attacked us.
Peeta and Rue lie at my feet, asleep. They look peaceful. It almost seems like we're on a camping trip, just with barely any supplies or food.
I close my eyes and try to imagine that we are camping in my woods, back in District 12. There is nobody trying to kill us. No mutts. No President Snow. No Hunger Games. Maybe my sister and my mother can be with us. My children. God I wish I could see them again.
My heart throbs as I think of my family. I'm going to do my best to save them. This can be my second chance. I can at least save a few of them. It won't change much will it?
My stomach rumbles, but I try to ignore it. We couldn't find any food tonight, so we'll have to look when the sun comes up. Maybe I could steal some food or supplies from another tribute, if we find nothing.
Something replays in my mind. Something I said in my actual first games: Maybe Cato likes berries too.
Maybe I could trick tributes following us to eat the berries or maybe I could mix them in one of the tributes food when they aren't there. It beats getting your head bashed with a rock.
My eyes snap open when I hear rustling in front of me. Peeta sits up and frowns slightly as if he forgot he was in the arena.
"Hey." I whisper, tapping my fingers against my knees.
He regains a smile, running a hand through his hair. "Hey. I'll take watch now."
"No, I'm fine. I'm not tired at all." I say, lying. Who wouldn't be tired after sprinting non-stop for several minutes, while inhaling smoke?
He starts to object, but a blood chilling scream comes from the general area of the cornucopia. We both freeze, the only sound is our breathing. It seems as if all the tributes in the entire arena have gone silent.
Peeta sits next to me, leaning into the tree like he wants to become part of it. I sit so still there might be a metal rod taped to my spine.
"Who do you think that was?" I ask him.
"No idea." He replies, his voice below a whisper.
We both jump when we hear music; the capital's anthem.
The boy from district 5 appears in the sky. Next are the girl from 4, the girl from 7, the boy from 7, the boy from 6 and the girl from 10.
I know something is wrong when they show foxface's picture. She isn't supposed to die so soon. Then, the sky goes blank.
"1, 2, 3-" I count the rest in my head "-7."
"I'm surprised Foxface was up there." I say, but instantly regret it. He doesn't know about the nickname.
"Who?" He has a puzzled look on his face.
"Nevermind." I say, hurriedly "Um, just a nickname I came up with. The girl from district five, she's clever, like a fox."
He nods, "Oh."
"So, um, we have..." I pause to think "17 more people trying to kill us."
"Take away one for Rue and we have 16." He says, turning to look at me. His face shows no emotion, but his eyes look hopeful.
"Oh!" I whisper "Yep. I forgot she was with us, you know, she's so quiet over there."
He laughs, quietly. "That's good. We won't attract any attention."
"True." I reply, attempting to return the smile.
We are silent for a while, until I ask "What were you going to say to Ceaser before the buzzer went off? Just wondering."
He looks at me and gets a nervous look, but it quickly disappears. "Can I tell you something?"
"Sure." I hope he can't tell how fast my heart is beating.
"I was going to tell Ceasar.." He swallows "I was going to tell Ceasar I liked you."
He looks at me, not with embarrassment, but with a curiosity in his eyes. He's waiting for my answer.
I feel relief, but force myself to blush. I can just imagine Gale's face right now.
"Really?" I ask.
"Really." He responds, confirming what he said.
"Can I tell you something?" I say, mimicking him. "I think I like you too." I sound so cheesy right now, but that's what the capital wants. That's what the sponsors want. All eyes are on us.
((AN: This is my first time writing a kissing scene. I suck. :P ))
He leans in and kisses me softly for a few seconds, before pulling back. I miss kissing him. God, how I missed it.
I stare him in the eyes and smile. He smiles back, but I can see the red tinge of his cheeks in the light from the moon.
He's the first to say something. "How long have you liked me?"
"A while…" I say, "Since I was 11."
He laughs a little. "I've liked you longer."
"Okay. How long have you liked me?" I ask, hoping he says what I think he's going to say.
"Since I was 5." He says "The first time I saw you was when I was icing the cakes in the bakery. But I truly realized I liked you when you got up to sing in school. You have a beautiful voice, you know."
It takes a while for my mind to process what he said, but I say something stupid like "Wow. Um, thanks."
I turn my head to check on Rue, but I see she's already sitting up and looking at us, smiling with her eyebrows raised.
"Oh." I say, embarrassed "Uh…"
My face feels hot and I look up at the sky. It's probably almost 5 AM because there is dim light coming from the edge of the arena.
"It's almost morning. Maybe we should try and find food." I say, hoping the sponsors will send us something and Rue will forget what just happened.
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