KK, soooo this isn't so good but I really wanted to make a new cover and upload something so I just played around a little. The only thing I really like about this is the way I describe things... make any sense? I'm sorry for liking my own work... I feel so self centered. lol. In my last chapter of Peeta's POV, I wrote something about people helping me with Peeta and the Careers. I'm really stuck with that so your help would be HUGELY appreciated. Thanks soooo much!
xoxoxoxoxoxo- Emily <3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3
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I knew the shady leaves of the evergreen tree would offer no means of concealment as soon as I’d hoisted my body up into it and fallen asleep. My sleep was deep though, so I didn’t hear the footsteps that were uncomfortably close to my hiding place. And suddenly I was jolted awake when rough hands grabbed me from behind and pulled me out of the tree, swinging me over their shoulder. I can tell from the feel of the build that it’s a boy. My eyes blink open and I see no more than the person’s-I’m still not sure if he’s an enemy or ally-back. I gingerly lift my hand in front of my face to see if it is in fact, still there. Seeing that it is, I start to struggle, throwing punches and kicks into his back and groin.
“Oy! Stop it! Are you trying to kill me?” The boy asks in a hushed whisper.
“No! But apparently you have no problem killing me!” My response takes a lot of effort because he jams his fist into my stomach, trying to silence me.
“Be quiet! There are other people around here! This isn’t a private venue!” He responds in a slightly louder whisper. It takes no more than a second to realize that this voice belongs to my fellow district tribute, Celico. I stop trying to escape and give in to asking him what he’s doing.
“You were out in the open, were you waiting for someone to kill you?” He responds rather harshly before he sets me down on what I can only guess to be stone.
“I wasn’t that obvious, thank you very much. And, it’s hard to conceal yourself when you can barely walk on a leg that’s been stabbed and burned twice!” My voice has risen to a yell. I realize how bad that is because has Celico said before, this is not a private venue.
“Okay look, will you be my ally? And just saying, if you respond no, I will snap your neck here and now. Anything that leads me to home.” The look in his eyes is hard and I know he’s not kidding.
“I will be your ally. You’ve survived this long, and I’m guessing by the look of your hiding place that you’re pretty good with your hands.” His place of concealment is-or was-a surface of rock. He wove one wall out of tall wheat that I’m guessing he got from a field on the south side of the arena. The other walls are made of branches, woven together so artfully so that you can’t even tell that they are human-made. I’m just admiring the ceiling when I feel something sharp run down the length of my leg. I’m vaguely aware of screaming, a boys voice, probably Celico, when I start to slip away. The last thing I register is the blood pouring down from my chest when it all goes black.
