I immediately jumped up off the couch and flew out the door. I didn't know who to go to for comfort, so I decided to go to the woods. I started at a fast pace, but by the time I got to the fence I was at a slow jog. My head spun as I climbed through the fence. When were the Reapings? Who were my opponents going to be? Were they going to be good? Finally I got to the spot where I hid my bow, sheath of arrows, and four throwing knifes. I slung the sheath over my right shoulder and put my two of the four knifes in a belt loop just in case I would need them for any reason. I then climbed up to the lowest branch of the tree. I just sat there for a while until suddenly I heard a rustle beneath me. Quickly I grabbed an arrow and notched it on my bow. I aimed at the noise. Since it was dark I couldn't tell where the thing was.
"I will shoot you!" I yelled stupidly. My arrow was aimed at the ground.
"Please don't," a calm voice replied.
"Who are you?" I asked.
"I don't know. Who are you?" the voice asks.
"I won't tell you if you won't tell me," I say.
"What if I never tell you?" the voice questions.
"I'm getting annoyed with you!" I practically yell. "Just… Just leave me alone!" I almost instantaneously regretted telling them to leave because I actually wanted them to stay so I could figure out who they were. There's a brief silence where the only thing you can hear is the wind blowing through the trees. Finally the voice speaks again.
"I'll leave when I want to," the voice replies, it's still calm.
"If you won't leave then at least tell me who you are," I say.
I don't get a reply from the mysterious voice.
"Fine, then if you won't tell me who you are then I'll find out myself!" I say stubbornly aiming my arrow at a huge branch.
When the arrow hits the branch it loosens and falls to the ground. The hole lets a ray of moonlight hit the forest ground, and the mystery person. Briefly I catch a glimpse of what the person looks like. He's a boy, and has brunette hair, and grey eyes. That's all I make out about him in the darkness. He looks familiar for some reason.
Suddenly I hear the familiar sound of leaves crunching, either the boy is leaving or another person is coming. I really hoped that he wasn't going to leave, I wanted to figure out why he looked familiar. I begin to speak but he interrupts me.
"I have to go, goodbye," he pauses. "Ebony."