Hello my dear Tributes! So, good to see you all here again. I would like to thank you just for taking the time out of your day to read my story. It is greatly appreciated. I would also like to thank the lovely people who reviewed. You made my day. That's all I have to say, so read on.
Disclaimer: The Hunger Games belongs to the brilliant Suzanne Collins. Not me.
Night falls upon us and the anthem booms throughout the arena. The girl I killed early this morning appears in the sky. The innocent girl I finished off so she wouldn't suffer was from District Eight. I hope she is no longer suffering, but I know that her friends and family back in 8 will be.
We continue with our supper. Cato has put a strict limit towhat we are allowed to take from the supplies. My supper is simply a few slices of Gamemaker made bread. From the rough texture and the fluff of the middle, I would have to say that this bread was made preserved. The Gamemakers intended the bread to be able to be kept for a while before going bad. I also take some sips of water that we purified from the lake.
Once we are all finish with our small supper, Cato and Glimmer seperate us off for hunting. Cato, Marvel, and I go hunting while Glimmer, Clove, and Sheldon watch the camp.
"Which direction do you guys want to take," asks Cato. He actually asked for our opinion. I thought he's the leader of the group. He makes all of the decisions.
"How about we look for that guy from 11," Marvel replies with confidence in his tone. I think he likes the idea of him making the decision. "I think its best to take out one of the threats while we have our strength up."
"Alright, that's not a bad idea," Cato says turning his head to the direction of the hill.
At this compliment, Marvel straightens his back lifts his head high. He continues like this as we jog across the clearing with the Cornucopia to our right. We reach the hill and we stop in our tracks.
It's a field full of different colored grasses. There's a brown patch of grass to my farthest right. To my farthest left there's a greenish yellowish patch and next to it there's a patch that resembles tan skin. In the middle there's a dull-
"Okay, let's head down," says Cato interrupting my thoughts. He doesn't even wait for our okay, he heads down hill at a fast speed. Marvel and I start after him. We finally reach him at the bottom.
He starts walking into the tall grass. It goes up to the bottom of his shoulder blade. He twirls the sword in his hand and then strikes out at some of the grass. The top of the grass flys through the wind until it falls on the ground a few feet away.
We follow him through the tall grass that comes up to my shoulders. Cato keeps his sword at the ready, but he doesn't strike out at any more of the grass. I think he's planning a surprise attack. We continue throughout the field at a rather slow and cautious pace.
I feel the need to look over my shoulder every few minutes to see if anything is behind me. I'm not the only one. Marvel does it repeatedly and Cato has done it a couple of times. After probably ten minutes, we head back. Once out of the sinister sea of grass, we decide that its best if we don't try to track him if he's in that field. We'll wait for him to leave the field for us to track him.
Good. I don't want to ever go back into that field. You can never know what could be in there. Snakes, quicksand, or even rabid animals. It's an endless possibility. We continue the night searching through the woods.
By morning we're back at the camp with an unsuccessful hunt. For breakfast I squizze (AN:I forgot how to spell that) out the juice from an orange I found in a bag in the bin. I then eat the insides of the orange.
An orange back in District Twelve is such a luxury, some of the merchant families can't even afford them. My family being one of them. My dad prefers to buy things to care for the family. Of course those things are for Brody or mother and sometimes himself. Mostly its stuff for the bakery. Supplies and stuff like that.
I don't really complain because I understand that it must be hard to keep a business going and supply a family of five. Seth complains often because he doesn't want Brody's hand-me-downs. I get the hand-me-downs from Seth and I'm fine with it.
"Alright, I think that the trap will uphold its purpose. Tonight I think we can all go on a hunt," Cato speaks up after the silence that has been casted over us for the past few hours has become uncomfortable.
"I don't think we should bring him along," Glimmer says nodding her head toward Sheldon.
"Why not?" I question her with more venom in my voice than I intended.
"I agree. Sheldon should stay to watch his trap. What if we leave and it doesn't work?" Clove says raising her voice and getting on her feet. I stand as well.
"I think he knows what he's doing and if he thinks that the trap works then I agree with him," I say my voice rising at the end of the sentence.
"Well, I wasn't asking you-"
"Peeta's right," Cato says interrupting Clove. "Sheldon knows what he's doing other wise he wouldn't still be alive. He's the expert in rewiring shit!"
Everyone has gone silent. We all stare at Cato. "He's coming along with us. That's that. Lets get moving."
No one moves."Now!" We snap out of our dumbfounded moment and follow him while griping our weapons.
We walk through the forest for hours before we decide to make camp. We separate the food that we have in the packs and then we sit and eat supper. It isn't long before the anthem plays and reports that there was no deaths today.
Cato and Marvel take first watch. I lay down near Sheldon and stare at the night sky until my eyelids become heavy. My dream is confusing.
I am running through the woods alone.
It is dark, yet it is bright.
I feel a strong heat licking my backside as I run.
Like sitting close to a fireplace, but my back turned to it.
Katniss appears next to me.
She's telling me to run faster.
I see a wave of red behind us.
We both begin to choke on the black smoke that has surrounded us.
I turn to face Katniss and I see her be swallowed by the wave of red.
I scream her name...
and then everything goes black
"Peeta! Wake UP!"
That's the voice of Sheldon. My eyelids snap open. I see him pointing at something behind me. I turn and see what I saw in my dream. The wave of red.
That took me forever to write. All week I had a different assignment from almost all my of my classes. I finally had a break today and the reason for that is because it's Saturday. Sometimes teachers get on my nerves. Anyway that's off topic.
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