clever. {thg:foxface}

Chapter 19 ~ Trap

My stomach wakes me up from its growling. I finish the rest of my bread. Only a few bits of food left. I'm awake early, again. The cool air fees good on my skin. I sit there, looking up at the sky.

What to do today? I ask myself. Maybe later I should see if the Careers took all the supplies. They might of kept the bad stuff in the Cornucopia. The birds chirp in my ears, until the sound of the cannon scares me. Who died? Only the Capitol and the Districts know, and the person who killed the tribute that just died.

Maybe I should walk back to the Cornucopia. As I walk, I make sure to stay quiet. I spot the Careers, and a pile of dirt surrounding a large pile of supplies. Hmm... I see them, and they have Noah, the boy from District 3. They point to something in the distance, and someone has built a fire. Cato, being the leader, instructs Noah to stay there. Really? Does Cato really think that puny kid can fight? He is just skin and bones. They run off. Something about the dirt piles is odd. Why would they be there for no reason? I study it. The Careers might of thought they got the other tributes away from their goodies, but not me... I wait until Noah sits down and grabs a canteen. I quickly dash across the field and I stop before the first dirt pile. I hop over it, and all the other dirt piles,  being precise where to step. Soon, I make it to the pile of crates. I open one up, making sure to be careful not to knock down the other supplies. I found an apple, a loaf of bread, and some meat. I hop back over to the other side. I watch Noah, and at the right time a sprint behind him. I can see out of the corner of my eye he stood up, but too bad boy, because I am already in the forest.

I am super smart. I was lucky I didn't set off one of those land mines. I put the food I got today into my bag. I hear an explosion. I smirk. I got my share of it. I hear a cannon go off after. It's disgusting to think about the worse; someone getting blown up into pieces. I hear people running and talking. Sounds like the Careers. I peek out of the forest and I see all of the supplies blown up, and Noah's dead body laying on the ground. I go out to his body, and I can't help but laugh. I am starting to question my sanity, laughing at such things.

The arena gets dark and I watch the Capitol's show about the fallen tributes. The first cannon I heard this morning was actually Timmer, the boy who spared my life, and of course Noah. 8 tributes left in the Games, and I am one of them.

Today was an eventful day. The Careers are probably angry about their supplies, but I got some myself. Maybe the Careers killed Noah because he didn't catch the person who blown up their supplies.

He didn't catch the person who took their supplies.