The Girl With the Fox Face - Chapter FiveThe Girl With the Fox Face - Chapter Five by thelastseptember
Immediately, I grab the knife from my pack, slide it into my pocket, and drop the pack to the ground. When I reach the edge of the trees, I notice that no one is in the field. It's a straight way to the Cornucopia. I know that I will die if I dillydally trying to get what I need at the feast. That's why I must be the first one. I dash to the Cornucopia and take cover inside it. Claudius said the feast will be here, so this is where I'll wait. Until dawn. I stare out the opening of the Cornucopia until it's dark and the Capitol anthem plays. I can't tell if anyone's faces are being shown, but I didn't hear any cannons today, so I assume no one died. Thresh must be still alive. Other than Katniss, he's the best hunter I've ever come across. I'm sure he had no problems making it through the day.
Before I know it, it's dawn. My eyes have been closing ever so slightly off and o
The Girl With the Fox Face - Chapter ThreeThe Girl With the Fox Face - Chapter Three by thelastseptember
I wake up from my slumber one sunny day. It has been a few days since I stole the food from the Careers. I am famished, emaciated. Hungry and desperate for food.
I sit up from my bed of leaves. The poncho that used to lay beneath me is now tied above me with bronze wire to shade me from the sun. I open my pack and look through it once again, pulling out the knife, my half-full canteen, the flask of iodine — which is now half used from the many times I've taken water from the lake — and the rope. I don't pull out any food, confirming that I have officially ran out. It's hard to believe I've eaten it all. The trail mix, the nuts — which I found at the Cornucopia the same night I stole from the Careers — and the dried fruit. I must look for food.
Three tributes have died since that one night. The gi
The 73rd Annual Hunger Games- Chapter 1Chapter 1The 73rd Annual Hunger Games- Chapter 1 by Pastel--ink
It was just past 8:00 clock in the morning. I stand before our little wood stove mixing a pot of oatmeal for when Max and June get up. It should be bubbling by now, seeing as I have been standing here for a good 10 minutes but it's still a cold, cloudy, mess. I bend down to check the fire. I haven't even lit one. Something must be seriously wrong with me today. I start a good, big fire that should last for at least the whole day. Smoke now should be billowing out of the chimney in our little ramshackle house. Glancing back at our fire wood pile I notice it's looking a little low but it's not a problem. I can tell my father to cut some more, or even I could go out and do it. Wood is in no shortage here because I live in District 7.
What is district 7 you ask? District 7 is the lumber district that provides wood and paper to the Capitol. The Capitol is the ruling city of Panem. That's the country I live in. District 7 is a large vast district that lies on the North West
The Girl With the Fox Face - Chapter OneThe Girl With the Fox Face - Chapter One by thelastseptember
I stand on the ascending circular platform as it climbs higher and higher. Soon I am above ground and the platform locks in place. Looking around, I see the other twenty-three tributes on similar platforms, all in a circle around the Cornucopia, a large golden thing that houses weapons and equipment in its large mouth. Some tributes' faces are the same: Pure terror. Some aren't. Some wear an expression of braveness, like the boy from District 2. Don't let his blond hair and gorgeous face fool you. He is extremely dangerous. He could snap me in half with ease using only his pinkies. He's the one I must avoid at all costs. He's not the only one that looks utterly intimidating, though. The boy from 11. He looks equally menacing with the large muscles showing through his jacket. But he looks soft, like deep down. Below all the muscle. I can just sense it.
That's when I loo