Chapter Three

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The darkness settled in district eleven, as I gathered my possesions in a bag that was easy to carry. I get my knives and matches out of my dresser. I grab the checklist I made earlier and go through it:

Clothes: Check, for girl reasons

Knives: Check, for a weapon

Matches: Check, to cook or to keep warm

Bow and quiver: Check, to hunt

Coat, gloves, hat: check,Warmness

Food: Check, to SURVIVE

Water and Water Perifer: Check, for water.

Blanket: Check

Pictures and other comfort items: Check.

Then I go out of my house into the woods beyond. The sky is still dark when I find a good place to hide. I notice that it will end up being light soon. I grab my blanket out of my backpack. No bombs to sleep through. I enter the cave and go further back so that no one will think that a pathecic little twelve year old is hidden in it. I lay down a blanket, and use my fathers shirt as a pillow. I cry myself to sleep, I just leave my parents with not sign of where I am.

The fact is I will probably never see them again. Nor can I go back. I'm not the best navagater. Eventally, I fall asleep.

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^Time skip^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

I wake to the sound of feet. The shuffle is not very loud, so it is not the feet of an adult.;The feet of a child.

Author's note: Beware; not a bit edited.

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