Foxface
I think of my mother watching the screen, was she thinking that I might actually have a chance in this cruel tournament, or is she thinking that her only daughter will never return home? The carriage pulls past the president's mansion and I get a glimpse of myself on the screen. The dark blue and silver dress is really pretty and it brings out my flaming red hair, my stylist has done an amazing job. Maybe I actually have a chance in this competition.
The chilly wind whistles by the mouth of the cornucopia as I put the hood of my thin sweater up to cover my ears. I peek through the thin crack in the gold weaving and see the barren ground, still no sign of the backpacks. I don't want to get mixed up in the fight, but I wont be able to survive another night without something to keep me warm. Even a thin blanket would be helpful. I shudder at the thought of last night, huddling underneath a pile of leaves, my fingers going purple and numb. I thought I was going to die, if not from the cold, than another tribute finding me from my teeth chattering. A mechanical sound brings me back to my senses. I run to the mouth of the cornucopia, I hear a click and I start running. I can't see anything except my objective, the green backpack with the 5 on it. I reach the table and bolt away, swinging my prize onto my back. When I get to the woods I keep running for another two minutes before I collapse on the ground, breathing heavily. I open the backpack to find a thick sweater. I smile and whisper a quick thank you to Claudius Templesmith for his wonderful feast.
"What if you show me what's edible around here and go get us some meat. Just don't go far, in case you need my help." Peeta says in a mimicking tone. I cannot believe that I have been following them for twenty minutes, listening to them argue, and they haven't heard me. Katniss Everdeen walks off and I wait for another five minutes while Peeta gathers some berries. When he moves towards the river, I take my chance. I take a bit of cheese and a handful of berries. I walk through the woods with no purpose for a while before I decide to settle down and eat. Having not eaten in days the feeble meal tasted twice as good. I lean against a tree and tell myself I have to move in two minutes. I close my eyes and the last thing I hear is a mockingjay singing a beautiful four-note tune.