Rose POV

In this massive arena, I had to find Katniss. I decided to return to the area where they clashed. In other words, back to where I had just came.

I turned around, then stopped. Not yet. The Careers could still be there, and I had to tend to my injuries, maybe heal up a bit.

Yeah, I'll wait for a bit. I look into the sky, and figure that its about 2 pm. I'll rest tonight, and then go searching at noon.

For now, I need food. Food and water. I can wait a bit more on the water, as I still have about two bottles. Food though, is something else. I reached down to get my knives, but touched only air. Cursing mentally in my head, I remembered that I had thrown all of the knives I had on my person at the Careers.

Digging through my backpack, I found materials I could use for traps, and a pack of crushed crackers.

Traps are snares were not my thing. Still, I had been trained and I knew some things from Gale. As much as I preferred weapons, this was all I had.

I was about to go set it up when I remembered something. Even if I did catch something, how would I skin it? After that thought, I reconsidered. Finally, I thought of something.

Fish.

Of course! With all the ponds around, there should be some fish. And with rope, making a net should be pretty easy.

satisfied, I started heading toward the caves where I had been.

The walk took longer than I thought it would. Seems like I wasn't as familiar with the area as I had thought.

when I finally reached the stream, it was a different section. Farther down, I saw the rocks, but I was too lazy, and this place was good enough. I looked in the water and was pleased to find that there were indeed fish.

Taking the rope, I started to tie it together to for a net. After about half an hour, I threw it down in disgust.

Tying wasn't the hard part. It was making knots close enough so that fish wouldn't just swim through that was harder. Not to mention my grumbling stomach did nothing to help me concentrate.

How to fish then? I scanned the area, trying to find something. As my eyes swept the forest, I found it. There, on the ground, was a long stick. It was around 3/4s of my height. I ran to it, and picked it up. To my delight, one end was slightly pointy. With enough force, it should work as a spear.

Happy, I walked back and stood facing the sun so my shadow didn't fall on the water and waited.

I slowed my breathing, scanning the water. There. A fish that was big enough for a Hunger Game dinner. I waited as it got closer.

Closer, closer...NOW!

I thrust my hand down with an extreme amount of force. I felt it meet resistance, but go through. Quickly, I brought the spear up and saw the fish on the end.

All I had to do was cook it.

I frowned. That would mean a fire, which meant smoke, which meant a signal. I debated, and then decided whatever. I was hungry. Plus, the Careers wouldn't be in such a hurry. After all, they were rather injured.

I gather firewood, and make a little fire. Then, I feel around in my bag and pull out the matches. I strike one, and hold it to a thin piece of back. Once it catches, I put it on the fire. Slowly, other pieces of wood catch.

While the fire grows, I clean the fish with my hands. When a bone pokes me, I decide to keep them. They are sharper than I though, and right now, its the best I have.

After, I put the fish on a stick, and start roasting it.

A few minutes later, I'm satisfied. I put out the fire, and start eating.

It's good, and I gobble it up. When I'm down, I lean against a tree. Looking in the sky, I notice that its gotten late. I need to rest.

I climb a tree, and rest there. Then, I use the rope to tie myself up. The last thing I want is to die from falling out of a tree. I stare into the distance, relaxing as much as being here would allow me.

I'm about to sleep when the anthem blares. I frown, but watch. Once its over, I start thinking. As of now, there are the both from Two, the male from 3, the female from 5, male from 10, male from 11, both from 12, and of course, me.

I smile in the irony of the situation. District 2, 12 are doing the best. The richest and the poorest.

Wait, wasn't I from twelve? Yes. I wasn't from the capital. I wasn't the president's daughter. Which meant, I was being used. A little play thing. I scowled. That was all I, no we, were in their eyes. Little dolls. To dress up, then to pit against each other.

I hated this. I, Rose Snow, hate-

I stopped my mental rambling. If I wasn't the president's daughter, then my last name wasn't Snow. My first name might be a lie too.

This though troubled me as I drifted to sleep.

What was my name?

So...it's been a while...

I'm sorry...I was so occupied. Good news though, updates should be coming more often and regular now that I've overcome the writers block.

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