Chapter 3.

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No Coriolanus!

I scream at the top of my lungs, eagerly searching my surroundings for the first time since I opened my eyes trying to catch my breath

I slowly closed my eyes briefly as everything began to sink in

It was a stupid, terrible dream..

My muscles were stiff from last night sleeping on the hearth of the fireplace

My eyes were bloodshot red as my throat was dry like sandpaper.

I slowly got to my feet as I took a look outside the cabin

Daylight.

I quickly gathered my things, removing any trace or trail that I left behind and headed back out into the wilderness.

I slowly looked back to the cabin as I thought of Maude Ivory, Tam Amber, Barb Azure.

They must've known that I've left already by now..

They need to know.

Not only that, but they needed to know that I was alive and well and  safe and sound.

I slowly opened my mouth as I quickly began to sing a melody that reminded me of them.

"Well, there's a dark and a troubled side of life."

"There's a bright and a sunny side, too."

"Let's us greet with a song of hope each day,"

"Through the moments be cloudy or fair."

"Let us trust in tomorrow always
To keep us, one and all, in its care"

"...."

As soon as I finished singing the song; the mockingjays were quick to pick up the song and sing to one another in harmony.

I took a deep breath as I looked up at the trees

I hoped and prayed that they got the message..

The scenery itself was beautiful as I went back to the lake as I quickly fashioned a new sturdy fishing bow

I sat there by the edge of the bank for a few minutes as I caught my first fish of the day

My breakfast.

It consisted of a large fish katniss and delicious berries.

I slowly sighed as I began to cook my fish

"Will this be what I have to eat for the rest of my life?"

I said as I quickly put out the fire as I gathered my things.

"Let's see what I have to work with.."

"Bag check."

"Fishing pole, check."

"Knife, triple check"

I said to myself as I looked out into the trees

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