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Creative Writing: Katniss

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The warm temperature that filled the sleeping bag felt unforgettable. Out of all the tributes I have trusted Katniss entirely. Katniss at my side, her head cradled on my shoulder, gives me a sense of security. For the first I realize how lonely I’ve been in the arena. Being the youngest tribute feels scary, because everyone else seems to be bigger and stronger. Katniss’s fantastic idea about destroying the career’s food supplies distracts me from napping. I wonder where she got that idea from, considering that the careers are cruel and selfish. I’ve heard that the career tributes usually get ahold of all the food early on and work from there. Honestly, I don’t care that much about the career tributes since I only want to spy on them and get information. The mocking jays wake me up from …show more content…

He got stung, too, when they drew the tracker jackers in by the lake. “ What weapons does he have?” Katniss asks. “ I only saw a spear, but even with that he might be able to hold a few of us with that.” I say nervously. I tell Katniss that the food is just out in the open. Her face looks confused about what I just told her. “ Something’s not quite right about the whole setup,” Katniss whispers. I’m not sure what Katniss wants to do with the food, but I know that she just wants to destroy their supplies. “Burn it. Dump it in the lake. Soak it in fuel. Don’t, I’ll think of something. Destroying things is much easier than making them.” Katniss says Then Katniss poked me in the belly, which gave me an uncomfortable feeling. I show Katniss the thick roots I dig and red, juicy berries I collect. By the expression on her face I think she’s impressed with my survival skills. Katniss asks me what I like the most in the world. “ I really love music.” No one had asked me that question before. “Music?” Katniss says.” “You have a lot of time for

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