Голодные игры

           Myabilitytokillatadistanceismygreatestasset,butIknowI’llhavetogorightintothethickofthingstogetthatbackpack,theonewiththenumber12onitthatClaudiusTemplesmithmentioned.

           Iwatchthesky,hopingforonelessopponentatdawn,butnobodyappearstonight.Tomorrowtherewillbefacesupthere.Feastsalwaysresultinfatalities.

           Icrawlintothecave,securemyglasses,andcurlupnexttoPeeta.LuckilyIhadthatgoodlongsleeptoday.Ihavetostayawake.Idon’treallythinkanyonewillattackourcavetonight,butIcan’triskmissingthedawn.

           Socold,sobitterlycoldtonight.AsiftheGamemakershavesentaninfusionoffrozenairacrossthearena,whichmaybeexactlywhatthey’vedone.IlaynexttoPeetainthebag,tryingtoabsorbeverybitofhisfeverheat.It’sstrangetobesophysicallyclosetosomeonewho’ssodistant.PeetamightaswellbebackintheCapitol,orinDistrict12,oronthemoonrightnow,he’dbenohardertoreach.I’veneverfeltloneliersincetheGamesbegan.

           Justacceptitwillbeabadnight,Itellmyself.Itrynotto,butIcan’thelpthinkingofmymotherandPrim,wonderingifthey’llsleepawinktonight.AtthislatestageintheGames,withanimportanteventlikethefeast,schoolwillprobablybecanceled.Myfamilycaneitherwatchonthatstatic-filledoldclunkerofatelevisionathomeorjointhecrowdsinthesquaretowatchonthebig,clearscreens,They’llhaveprivacyathomebutsupportinthesquare.