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The Girl With the Fox Face - Chapter One

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         I stand on the ascending circular platform as it climbs higher and higher. Soon I am above ground and the platform locks in place. Looking around, I see the other twenty-three tributes on similar platforms, all in a circle around the Cornucopia, a large golden thing that houses weapons and equipment in its large mouth. Some tributes' faces are the same: Pure terror. Some aren't. Some wear an expression of braveness, like the boy from District 2. Don't let his blond hair and gorgeous face fool you. He is extremely dangerous. He could snap me in half with ease using only his pinkies. He's the one I must avoid at all costs. He's not the only one that looks utterly intimidating, though. The boy from 11. He looks equally menacing with the large muscles showing through his jacket. But he looks soft, like deep down.  Below all the muscle. I can just sense it.

         That's when I look across from myself at the tributes from District 12. I do know their names, though. Who wouldn't? They're Katniss and Peeta. The two who stole the show before it even started. When they lit up the Capitol with their stupid fiery costume for the tribute parade. When Peeta told everyone that he was in love with her at his interview. When she got an eleven rating. How did she possibly get an eleven? No matter. She's the one I must avoid the most.

         My thoughts are interrupted by a loud voice, echoing around us. "My name is Claudius Templesmith and may the 74th Annual Hunger Games begin!" Then, a loud sound is heard from all around us, birds retreating from the distant forest. It seems like it came from the sky, but I'm not sure. The sound is the first gong. Soon thereafter, the second gong is heard. Before I can think, I turn around and dart for the forest. I quickly hide behind a tree and watch the bloodbath unfold.

         Tributes fall to the ground as they fight for the weapons and supplies. My eyes fix on Katniss, who is on the ground, looking into the eyes of a boy with the number 9 on his back. That's when I see a knife lodged right through the hoop of the nine with tremendous force. It was the girl from 2. An obvious Career. I saw her and the boy from 2 and both from 1 laughing together at training, doing everything together. They will most likely form an alliance. I must watch out for them.

         The boy from 2, the dreamy but deadly blond, along with the girl from 2, and both from 1, kill numerous tributes. Katniss quickly gets up and darts into the wall of trees. South, I judge by looking up at the sun. The bloodbath is over and I count the dead bodies. The girl from 3. The boy from 4 and the boy from my district, 5. Both from 6 and 7. The boy from 8. Both from 9. And finally, the girl from 10. Eleven tributes. All gone in a single event of simultaneous death. I should feel remorse for them, but I don't feel remorse for people whom I don't even know the names of. I don't try to learn their names. You become too attached if you try. And that's how you lose. Like one year, I remember, a Career killed this girl's best friend and was then discovered from her loud cries.

         Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom.

         I count the rest of the booms and add it to what I recall was four cannon fires. Eleven. I recall that eleven tributes had fallen in the bloodbath. Is that what that means? Eleven tributes dead? It must be. That means thirteen are left including myself. I make my way further into the woods, passing various shrubs and bushes, until I find a large shaded piece of earth, in which I lie down on for a second. This can be my camp. I lay down some leaves to use as a bed later and start farther through the woods in search of food. I should probably start gathering before I get too famished. I head what I think is north through the tall trees. Soon, I spot a green bush with tiny red dots. Berries!

         Kneeling down, I pluck a berry from the bush and pop it into my mouth. Juices explode as I bite down into it, firing up my taste buds. They're quite delicious, I must say. I pick more and put them into the pocket of my Games jacket and head south back to camp. Once there, I find a large leaf, remove the berries from my jacket and gently enfold them in the leaf. These should keep me going. They won't make me full, but at least I'll have something.

         I start to think about the other tributes and what they could be doing. Katniss and Peeta are probably somewhere making out to get gifts from Sponsors. I can see right through their little act. The tributes from 1 and 2 are probably allies. I could tell that they're already friends from their closeness at training. Wherever the boy from 2 goes, they follow. Especially the girl from 1, who seems to be in love with him. The boy and the little girl from 11. I don't think they'll become allies. Judging by their distance from each other at training, they aren't close friends like the Careers are. That's when I realize they're all my enemies. I must avoid them all.

         The crack of a tree branch startles me as I whip my head around to see a brown skinned boy walking towards my camp. I scramble to my feet and dash to a far away tree. I slowly peak out from behind it and watch the boy from 11 survey my camp. He looks around the leaves until he finds the one enclosed with berries. That fucker's stealing my berries! Who does he think he is? Coming into a camp, which was obviously made by another tribute, and stealing their food? What a selfish bastard! He laughs tauntingly as he walks away and out of sight.

         I return from behind the tree and to my recently ransacked camp. The leaves are covered in dirt and now messily scattered about. "Enjoy the berries!" I want to yell out, but I don't think he'd enjoy the comment. Groaning, I replace the leaves with fresh, new ones. I then revisit the tree again in case he comes back. I sit there for what seems like hours while I stare at my camp. The sun has moved across the sky, which tells me that I've been sitting there for an hour or so. Boredom finally strikes me.

         I get up and start for the north in search of more food. Instead, I find the boy setting up his own camp, which isn't far away from mine, just north and a couple yards to  the east. I watch in amazement as he digs a body-sized hole near a couple thorny bushes and takes a large rain jacket out of his pack, cuts it up, and lays it out in the hole. He then cuts branches from a tree and lays them across the hole, covering those with leaves and making the perfect bed. It's ingenious. So much so that I wish I had thought of it. But if I did, he would've stolen my camp when he came across it and the berries, so I'm glad I hadn't thought of it.

         I've seen enough when he starts to shimmy into the bed, so I start back toward my own camp. When I get there, I stare at it for a few moments. A bunch of leaves strewed across the ground. What a sad excuse for a camp. The boy from 11 — which is what I shall call him from now on — has a mole home complete with its own protective barrier of thorns and I have this. I kick up the leaves out of anger and head west in search of a better, farther camp spot. I find the perfect place. It's not too far from the lake, which will be useful if I ever need to bathe or just cool off. I lay on the ground, my head resting on my hands and looking up at the sky, relaxing, but still staying aware of my surroundings. I'm in the 74th Annual Hunger Games and I'm trying to stay alive and not die. And there's twelve people trying to do the latter.

         Before I know it, it's dark. I look up into the sky as the Capitol anthem plays and the seal appears across the sky. I see the faces of all the fallen tributes. The boy from 5. The boy from 9 that got a knife in his back sent from the hands of the girl from 2. Sad. Sad that they had to leave the world that way, yes, but I'm not gonna cry over it.

         I slowly close my eyes. I don't think anyone will be out looking for a kill. They're probably all tired from running about. I start to create a map in my head. Me and the boy from 11 are in the northern part of the woods. Slightly south is the Cornucopia, where the Careers always make camp, then more south is the other section of woods, where Katniss fled. West of the Cornucopia is the lake. East, more woods. I don't think any of the tributes fled that way. The location of Peeta, the girls from 4 and 10 and the boys from 3 and 10 are still unknown to me.

         The thought is cut short by the boom of the cannon. Which tribute was that? I won't be able to figure it out until tomorrow night when they show the faces of the recently deceased again. I didn't hear any screams or any form of life coming from around me, so I assume that it took place elsewhere. For now, I let it out of my mind and drift off into a gentle sleep.

         It doesn't last long. I wake up to a pair of glowing eyes in front of me. They're large, cute eyes, a couple feet from my face. I let out a small sound. "Who's there?" The creature blinks and disappears through the trees. I stare in its direction for a while, not knowing of what just happened. I lie there for a while until I can finally get back to sleep.

         It's the morning when I finally awaken. I open my eyes slowly and blink at a brown thing in front of my eyes. I look at it until the object comes into focus. Brown boots. I jump back, walking backwards on my hands as the boy from 11 holds his scimitar out to me. I look up at him in complete alarm as he mutters, "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you."
The Girl With the Fox Face, Chapter One

Foxface was always a mysterious character in The Hunger Games. This is my rendition of her story.

Chapter Two:
The Girl With the Fox Face - Chapter Two
         I sit there in a comparatively submissive position as the boy from 11 stands over me, his bloody scimitar inches from my face. Why is it bloody? Did he kill another tribute?
         "I said, 'Give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you!'" I stare at him as fear fills my face and then mutter, "Because I'm fast. And I can steal food." I pause and my eyes accidentally fall on his crotch and I blush. I can't believe I just looked there. I can see that that threw him off a little. It's not like I want to see it, it's just that I'm a little curious. I've never done anything with a guy and I feel like he'd be the one to do things with. "And I'm smart," I add. I figure I should egg him on by looking at his body and subtly biting my lip. Besides, I need a body guard.
         He looks around and then up and down my body. I don't think he'd want me


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         I sit there in a comparatively submissive position as the boy from 11 stands over me, his bloody scimitar inches from my face. Whose blood is it? Did he kill another tribute?
         "I said, 'Give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you!'" I stare at him as fear fills my face and then mutter, "Because I'm fast. And I can steal food." I pause and my eyes accidentally fall on his crotch and I blush. I can't believe I just looked there. I can see that that threw him off a little. It's not like I want to see it, it's just that I'm a little curious. I've never done anything with a guy and I feel like he'd be the one to do things with. "And I'm smart," I add. I figure I should egg him on by looking at his body and subtly biting my lip. Besides, I need a body guard.
         He looks around an



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I knew this would be hunger games when i saw the cover. Btw nicely done!