clever. {thg:foxface}

Chapter 17 ~ Close Call

I slept later than usual. Why do I feel so angry about that? I guess no matter where I am I have to stick to my schedule. I start to chew on the pieces of chicken I got the other day. It's good. All the Capitol's food is good. I feel lazy today. I need some memories to keep me calm.

I remember the one time, Dean was leaning over me, staring at me creepily shouting "ITS TIME!" And Quinn shouting back.

I can't help but smirk.

I laugh at the time Falina Laresse fell inside school. It was funny. She was laughing herself. She basically tripped and fell on 3 other people, who were also laughing. Falina was one of my best friends. I wasn't "popular" but I had lots of friends.

And the time Dean was in charge while the English teacher was out. Funniest class for 5 minutes. Gosh. He's going to be missed.

I hear footsteps near me. I jump up and run behind a bush. Is this the end for me? No... The footsteps get closer, and I can kind of tell if the footsteps are boys or girls. It's male footsteps. I close my eyes and hope for the best. As he walks, his feet get heavier, but soft. I can't describe this sound, it's different. I swallow.

"Um..." Says a voice. Great... I hold myself together. I hear a cling of a sword or a spear. I want to scream. "5?" He says. His voice is deep. I say nothing. "5? The girl from 5?" He repeats. This time he is talking more faster. "5..." He says again, almost like that's all he could say is, 5. I hear leaves clatter. He starts walking towards me. I feel him staring at me. I glance up. He has his sword in the air, almost ready to decapitate me. I leave out a sound in utter shock when I see the sword. He lowers it. "Whoops..." He says. I remember him. It's Timmer, the boy from 10. I think he has a crippled foot. "I could kill you but, I guess I should give you a chance." He says. "Goodbye." He hobbles along. That was a close call. I guess my plan did work after all, for him at least. "Thank you." I say, but you can barely hear it. It's almost like a squeak.

I feel traumatized, like I can't comprehend what just happened. I could of died. But I didn't. I will power through the games, for everyone back in District 5. I take my coat out of my backpack and fold it up into a ball. I lay my head on it. I feel serene, now. I close my eyes, and fall asleep.

My stomach is growling and it wakes me up. I gnaw on some bread. I notice how I am decreasing in food. I have 5 crackers, 1 piece of chicken, 1 small loaf of bread and the 2 cookies I never ate yet.

Nobody died today, although I came close to it. Ah, I love my bra