Hello, my fellow Tributes. I hope you had a lovely week and an even greater weekend. Yesterday was such a great day. At school I found out I raised my grade and after school I found out about the new promotional photo for Catching Fire. I started fangirling like crazy. According to my friend, I was overreacting because to her it was just a picture of Katniss and Peeta. No, no, no. To me it was like a perfect birthday present.
Now I'm sure you don't want to hear what I'm saying, so on to the story.
We continue through the early morning with no trace of a tribute. We don't run into any more animals as well. Cato finally leads us back to the camp by the lake when the sun is barely clearing above the trees.
When we arrive at the camp, Sheldon is making his way to the supply pyramid.
"What are you doing?" Cato questions him. His voice registers anger and suspicion. Sheldon must hear it too because he backs away from the supplies.
"I-I was...I was going to...get a snack," Sheldon stuttered. Cato began walking long strindes toward him. Sheldon looked like a puppy cowering in a dark corner looking up at its master, eyes begging not to be punished.
"Who gave you permission?" asks Cato with a not an angered tone, but a venomous tone.
"I..I-I didn't..I didn't know I had to ask," says Sheldon, his lip quivering in fear. Cato towers over him shifting his weight to his left leg. Cato leans over so they are face to face.
"You ask ME. Do you understand?"
Sheldon nods his head quickly. The others snicker, but I don't. I clench my jaw to keep myself from doing something I might regret.
The day seems to be dragging on rather slowly. The sun has traveled now from the eastern side of the arena and is now drifting to the west. I'd judge the time to be somewhere in the afternoon. Sheldon and I are supposed to watch the camp while the others are "inspecting" nearby area for tributes, but I don't really bother.
I am laying on the green grass staring up at the sky. My ears are taking in all surrounding noises. I hear the birds chirp, rustling of the nearby tree leaves, and Sheldon drumming the bottom of his spear into the ground.
My thoughts begin to drift back to home. Is my family worried for me? I'm not sure of my mom, but I'm positive my dad and brothers are worrying for me. Calum and Delly would most definitely be worried for me. I wonder how the country is handling the fact I joined the Careers. District Twelve never joins the Careers. I bet the people back home think I'm a traitor. What would Katniss think? She would probably think I'm a traitor too.
I told her I didn't want to shame myself, but that is exactly what I did. I joined the people who are the brutal murders of the Games. That's not me, but yet ... here I am.
I bolt upright, now feeling uncomfortable with myself. I look over at the boy from 3. His face registers full concentration as his eyes scan the forest, the Cornucopia, and the supplies.
"How did you get in?" I startle him. He snaps his head toward me so fast I'm worried he may have pulled something. He relaxes when he realises I just want to talk.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, how did you get in with the Careers?"
"Oh. Um... in training they saw me help rewire the plants memorization monitor. The maintenance didn't understand the complex wiring and I did. So, I offered to help," he says. "Cato confronted me after training and asked me if I knew how to wire anything else-"
"So, wait. Cato already knew what he wanted to happen once we landed in here," I say to him. Well, I said it more to myself than him.
"I guess so," says Sheldon. He looks like he wants to say more, but he bites his lip hesitantly. I look down at the grass. It looks so perfect and artificial. I grasp at it and pull. My hand opens to a small heap of torn grass piled on the palm of my hand.
"What about you?" he asks. I stay silent while plucking at grass. I can feel his eyes trained upon me. "I wouldn't have thought you to join them after what you said in your interview." I can tell where this is going, but I can't trust him with that kind of knowledge.
I do the mistake of glancing up at him. He's sitting on the rectangular weapons box. His feet dangle just above the ground. His face is curiously in thought. I feel certain that our conversation is onscreen at this moment.
"Well, I just.. I-I just." Now I'm lost for words. I stare at him with concentration. I should be able to trust somebody here.
"Can I trust you?" I ask with a harsh seriousness in my voice. He nods his head. That's not enough. "You promise you won't tell them or else I will personally kill you."
"I promise."
"I made a deal with them. Do you remember the girl from my District," I say. He nods his head. "Well, she is the main threat to them. They want her dead more than anything. I told Cato I could lead him to her and I can, but I'm not going to. I'm giving them false hope."
A small smile formed on his face when I said I was giving them false hope. I bet the audience will be thrilled to know the truth.
"I'm going to make sure she lives and kills each and every one of the Careers."
His smile widens and he just sits there smiling. I guess he too doesn't consider himself a Career. After a while his smile diminishes. I look in the direction he's looking and see the five Careers headed toward us.
"We've got new information to tell you guys," says Clove with an evil look in her eye.
"One: we figured out where the boy from District Eleven went," says Marvel proudly. "We caught him running through the field of tall grass. It's just over that hill." He points his long thin forefinger to the hill across from the Cornucopia.
"I think we even saw your little girlfriend, Loverboy," says Glimmer. I have their full attention now.
"Don't worry we didn't chase her or anything. I'm not even a hundred percent sure it was her," says Cato. "The girl looked a little short to be her, but she was up high in a tree. She jumped from tree to tree."
"I think it could have been the girl from 11, but I'm apparently the only one," says Lucile. The conversation dies down from there. I look over at Sheldon.
He place the tips of his index finger and thumb together and glides them over his lips. He then turns them at the corner of his lips. Then he tosses his hand over shoulder.
His lips are sealed and my secret is safe. The corner of my lips turn up into a smile.
Alrighty then. That is the end of this chapter. Disclaimer: I own nothing of the Hunger Games.
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