clever. {thg:foxface}

Chapter 25 ~ Nightlocks

Today is a new day. Still 4 of us remain. I still have no food, and now I am to the point of staving. I feel light headed, but not to the point where I can't stand up. I walk out and I just spend my time by the river, splashing water on my face, hoping it will magically help me. The water seems colder. I am not sure if that is just me or the Gamemakers decided to change the temperature of the water. It feels refreshing, so I don't mind if they did or not. I am good with it.

I hear talking in the distance. I am not sure who that is, maybe Katniss and Peeta only because they are a pair. It's doesn't sound to far away actually. I crouch down behind a bush and I see them come out of a cave. Peeta is limping. "We should go hunting." He says. Yes...what I need. I will follow him. They leave into the forest. I slowly follow them, hiding every few steps. "I'll take the bow." Says Peeta. Katniss looks at him. "I'm just kidding." He says. He starts to walk away. I wait until Katniss walks the opposite way so I can follow Peeta. I see him gathering something. He takes off his coat and lays the things he gathered on them, and walks away. I am starting to feel really dizzy now. I guess I can take a little bit of what he gathered. I slowly make my way to them. I grab some and walk away. I pop them into my mouth, and the second they hit my tongue, I now know what they are. I look down at my hand, stained with the red dye of the Nightlock berries. Right away, things start to turn different colors. I slowly walk and lean myself up against a tree. I soon fall to the ground and I can't move. I guess this is a suicide. I was never going to win against everyone else. But hey, I made it this far. Dean should be proud. My family should be proud. I should be proud. Everything gets blurry, and then fades to white. This is the end. I know I am dead when the cannon goes off.
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Nightlocks are very delicious. They taste good, kind of reminding me of the pie my mother used to make. Someone is stealing my berries. DON'T TAKE MY BERRIES. What am I saying? I love my berries. I'm floating. It feels like I am floating. I like floating, and my berries. Good berries. My berries. Why is this so? I am coming home now. These berries were the key to success. This is how you win the hunger games.

But look at that, I am with Dean now. I am home.

I am FoxFace.
I am Too Clever.