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home。
Soon the sealˇs in the sky； the anthem plays in my right ear。 I see the boy from District 1； Rue。 Thatˇs all for tonight。 Six of us left； I think。 Only six。 With the bread still locked in my hands； I fall asleep at once。
Sometimes when things are particularly bad； my brain will give me a happy dream。 A visit with my father in the woods。 An hour of sunlight and cake with Prim。 Tonight it sends me Rue； still decked in her flowers； perched in a high sea of trees； trying to teach me to talk to the mockingjays。 I see no sign of her wounds； no blood； just a bright； laughing girl。 She sings songs Iˇve never heard in a clear； melodic voice。 On and on。 Through the night。 Thereˇs a drowsy in…between period when I can hear the last few strains of her music although sheˇs lost in the leaves。 When I fully awaken； Iˇm momentarily forted。 I try to hold on to the peaceful feeling of the dream； but it quickly slips away； leaving me sadder and lonelier than ever。
Heaviness infuses my whole body； as if thereˇs liquid lead in my veins。 Iˇve lost the will to do the simplest tasks； to do anything but lie here； staring unblinkingly through the canopy of leaves。 For several hours； I remain motionless。 As usual； itˇs the thought of Primˇs anxious face as she watches me on the screens back home that breaks me from my lethargy。
I give myself a series of simple mands to follow； like ¨Now you have to sit up； Katniss。 Now you have to drink water； Katniss。〃 I act on the orders with slow； robotic motions。 ¨Now you have to sort the packs； Katniss。〃
Rueˇs pack holds my sleeping bag； her nearly empty water skin； a handful of nuts and roots； a bit of rabbit； her extra socks； and her slingshot。 The boy from District 1 has several knives； two spare spearheads； a flashlight； a small leather pouch； a first…aid kit； a full bottle of water； and a pack of dried fruit。 A pack of dried fruit！ Out of all he might have chosen from。 To me； this is a sign of extreme arrogance。 Why bother to carry food when you have such a bounty back at camp？ When you will kill your enemies so quickly youˇll be home before youˇre hungry？ I can only hope the other Careers traveled so lightly when it came to food and now find themselves with nothing。
Speaking of which； my own supply is running low。 I finish off the loaf from District 11 and the last of the rabbit。 How quickly the food disappears。 All I have left are Rueˇs roots and nuts； the boyˇs dried fruit； and one strip of beef。 Now you have to hunt； Katniss； I tell myself。
I obediently consolidate the supplies I want into my pack。 After I climb down the tree； I conceal the boyˇs knives and spearheads in a pile of rocks so that no one else can use them。 Iˇve lost my bearings what with all the wandering around I did yesterday evening； but I try and head back in the general direction of the stream。 I know Iˇm on course when I e across Rueˇs third； unlit fire。 Shortly thereafter； I discover a flock of grooslings perched in the trees and take out three before they know what hit them。 I return to Rueˇs signal fire and start it up； not caring about the excessive smoke。 Where are you； Cato？ I think as I roast the birds and Rueˇs roots。 Iˇm waiting right here。
Who knows where the Careers are now？ Either too far to reach me or too sure this is a trick or 。。。 is it possible？ Too scared of me？ They know I have the bow and arrows； of course； Cato saw me take them from Glimmerˇs body； but have they put two and two together yet？ Figured out I blew up the supplies and killed their fellow Career？ Possibly they think Thresh did this。 Wouldnˇt he be more likely to revenge Rueˇs death than I would？ Being from the same district？ Not that he ever took any interest in her。
And what about Foxface？ Did she hang around to watch me blow up the supplies？ No。 When I caught her laughing in the ashes the next morning； it was as if someone had given her a lovely surprise。
I doubt they think Peeta has lit this signal fire。 Catoˇs sure heˇs as good as dead。 I find myself wishing I could tell Peeta about the flowers I put on Rue。 That I now understand what he was trying to say on the roof。 Perhaps if he wins the Games； heˇll see me on victorˇs night； when they replay the highlights
of the Games on a screen over the stage where we did our interviews。 The winner sits in a place of honor on the platform； surrounded by their support crew。
But I told Rue Iˇd be there。 For both of us。 And somehow that seems even more important than the vow I gave Prim。
I really think I stand a chance of doing it now。 Winning。 Itˇs not just having the arrows or outsmarting the Careers a few times； although those things help。 Something happened when I was holding Rueˇs hand； watching the life drain out of her。 Now I am determined to revenge her； to make her loss unforgettable； and I can only do that by winning and thereby making myself unforgettable。
I overcook the birds hoping someone will show up to shoot； but no one does。 Maybe the other tributes are out there beating one another senseless。 Which would be fine； Ever since the bloodbath； Iˇve been featured on screens most than I care。
Eventually； I wrap up my food and go back to the stream to replenish my water and gather some。 But the heaviness from the morning drapes back over me and even though itˇs only early evening； I climb a tree and settle in for the night。 My brain begins to replay the events from yesterday。 I keep seeing Rue speared； my arrow piercing the boyˇs neck。 I donˇt know why I should even care about the boy。
Then I realize 。 。 。 he was my first kill。
Along with other statistics they report to help people place their bets； every tribute has a list of kills。 I guess technically Iˇd get credited for Glimmer and the girl from District 4； too； for dumping that nest on them。 But the boy from District 1 was the first person I knew would die because of my actions。 Numerous animals have lost their lives at my hands； but only one human。 I hear Gale saying； ¨How different can it be； really？〃
Amazingly similar in the execution。 A bow pulled； an arrow shot。 Entirely different in the aftermath。 I killed a boy whose name I donˇt even know。 Somewhere his family is weeping fo