I've only been walking for maybe an hour when I hear 3 cannons go off. Most likely because of my Botulinum. I don't think it is possible to die of bitchy-ness. I only have to get through one more person before I win. I haven't seen Audrey since the start of the games at the cornucopia. I shoved her into a fight between two older girls that are now dead. Coincidence? I think not. If Audrey can kill 2 actually tough and scary girls, she'll easily be able to kill me. I'm one girl pretending to be tough and scary. She could get rid of me without batting an eyelash.
I've been trekking through the dense forest for the past few hours. It feels like eternity. I left my old crusty and bloody body suit in the lake, so it would dye the water red. That way Audrey would think that I'm still in the water, when actually I'm in the forest. I only have a tiny water filter and it can't store much. I only have a few sips left.
I have liked the experience of being in the forest. Besides all the killing and blood and stuff. I like the animals and the plants and the smells. Oh, how I love the smells. The forest smells like pine, sap, flowers — wait. Is that smoke? That is smoke. That is a LOT of smoke. And where there is smoke there is fire. And there is a LOT of fire.
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All for Him
FanfictionClara Heribain is a resident of District 10 where she lives a somewhat normal life. That is until she gets chosen as a tribute for the 23rd annual Hunger Games. When the other tribute from District 10, Vance, dies before the games, it motivates her...
