I decide to stop hunting for the day thanks to the weird incident that happened with Shane. I numbly retraced my steps to where I stashed the rabbit, and then I headed towards the edge of the forest cradling the squirrel and rabbit in my arms.
'What the heck…' I think to myself.
I take my arrow out of the squirrel and put it back in the sheath. After I began to drag myself over to the spot where I keep my bow and arrows stashed. When I reached the tree I put away my bow and arrow, and cleverly covered them with leaves. I examined my camouflaging skills, and I was impressed with them. Apparently I got that from my dad. I also grabbed the brown sack my mother gave me, and put the rabbit and squirrel into it so I could carry them to the fence easier.
After I slung the bag over my shoulder my feet suddenly felt like cement and I couldn't move them. The reason? My brain was too caught up in the conversation I just had with Shane. I couldn't seem to shake his face out of my mind. He was like a disease once you met him; you can't stop thinking about him, or get rid of him! All that he said hung in my mind, clouding up my thoughts.
"God," I shook my head clear of him as I slid through the fence.
'I didn't even get anything except for a stupid squirrels and a rabbit!' I think to myself angrily. 'And seriously that Shane kid always seems to show up at the worst times.'
My head spun, and I felt as though I was going to faint. I stumbled through the town as I headed towards my house. As I passed by my family's bakery I saw my father and my younger brother laughing together while eating bread. I smiled to myself thinking, 'They look so happy!'
Then my stomach lurched. I suddenly remembered that I wasn't going to see my dad or my brother laughing if I was thrown into the arena. I tried shaking the thought out of my head as I walked to my house, but -just like the memory of Shane- the fact I was going to have to fight to the death stayed planted in my thoughts.
I sighed as I opened the door to the house. I threw my bag of game into the nearest chair, and headed towards the stair case.
"Where do you think you're going?" a familiar voice stopped me dead in my tracks.