Dark has set in in both the arena and our district. Right now they only show the careers running through the woods, hunting down innocent kids. Peeta ran along somewhere in the middle of the group. All they were doing was running, so the Gamemakers finally left to give someone else the spotlight. They homed in on a tree. You could see that someone was in it, but you couldn't really tell who. I bet all my squirrels along with every bag of flower in the Mellark bakery that they person in that tree had been Katniss. Katniss could climb trees better than anyone. She was a chipmunk herself.
The cameras stayed near the tree for a while, trying to get a look at the tributes face. The night was extremely slow, which made it apparent to all of us that the Gamemakers would be throwing in some sort of challenge. Everyone walked home, silent as ever. We hadn't gotten to see much of Katniss that day. I placed Prim down so that she could go home with her mother.
I stepped away from the large group, so that I could have some time to think. Katniss is stuck in an arena with twenty-three people who want to kill her. One of them is a murderous baker whom she trusts. The odds were not in her or I's favor. I have a feeling that our predicament would be an example in the dictionary of the word ironic. Everything that had happened to us had been nothing but ironic and depressing. That creepy baker says he loves Katniss in his interview in front of all of Panem. By the sound of it, he stalked her since forever. What game is he playing? Those were some of my most recurring thoughts.
Later on I got my answer to my question. He was playing the game of sacrifice. He went with the careers to protect Katniss. Once I realized that I had about 1/8 more respect for the kid.
When I reached my front door, I pulled off my boots. When I pushed the door open I saw that my mother had already gotten home and that she had already put Rory, Posey, and Vick to bed. I walked back to my room and placed my boots in my closet. I grabbed some pajama bottoms and a loose button-up shirt and walked to the bathroom. I undressed and took a wash cloth to scrub the grime from my face. Then I pulled on my bottoms and buttoned up my shirt.
When I slipped into bed and pulled up the covers my mind fled to another morning. It was couple of years ago. Katniss and I had come over to my house to sort through our game. Katniss had sat right on the edge of my bed and I pretend that she's still sitting there. It comforted me a little. That night I drifted in and out of sleep. I kept waking up feeling like I was in the arena. Out under the Gamemakers artificial sky with its fake stars. I love you Katniss.
I am so sorry guys! I know that this chapter is long over do. I've been pretty busy lately. When I haven't been busy with school work, I've been trying to convince my parents to bring me to Seattle for the HG mall tour, sleep, or sending around Team Peeta vs. Team Gale petitions at school. (: In addition to that, I've been trying to right my own Hunger Games parody. So, busy, busy, busy! I've also been on YouTube a lot listening MyHungerGamesCovers and alicecullengirl's HG parodies. I love both of them. You should check them out! Anyway, hope you enjoy this chapter it's kinda rushed.