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I wake up to hear the shrill scream of a voice I know belongs to Katniss. Katniss Everdeen. She's done it. She's dropped the tracker jacker nest onto the Career's campsite, that was directly below her.

She must have gotten at least a few stings. Some people can survive a few, others can't survive one. It depends on size, weight and durability for pain, I think. Or at least, that's what they said in class.

The best thing to do would be to move as far away from her as possible, because you can bet the Career's will be looking for her- as soon as the stings they've gotten die down. The thought of the Careers in such pain makes me smile. Maybe I really do belong in this arena after all.

I check to make sure that nobody is waiting to ambush me, as I always do, and I lightly lower myself to the ground. I sigh as my boots hit the ground. Another day in the arena. I could be dead in an hour. You never know here.

It's slightly comforting to know that far, far away, my family watches me. They're probably sitting on the cold, dusty floor, watching my every movement. Do they know I'm going to die? They must. It's slightly short of a miracle that such a small person like me has survived even this long. But I'm not in the mood to celebrate today.

I need to think of a plan, something to do today. Something that could contribute to my living another day. I have to gather food, that's obvious. My berry supply is running low, and I'm out of nuts.

I need to know what the Careers are doing. To know how much they are suffering, and how long they'll be away from hunting fellow tributes. But I can hardly stroll onto their campsite and ask how their day is going. I need to be invisible, at least to them. Suddenly, an idea pops into my head.

This is one of the few times when I'm slightly thankful that I grew up in District Eleven. Unlike most of the other District's, we are physically fit, from our work in the orchards, and we know what types of food could be beneficial to us in the arena. With my skill at silently swinging from tree to tree, I'll be able to spy on the Careers. The thought makes my blood go cold, being so close to them. If I make a single sound, I'm dead.

I can't be that far from the lake. I jump back up into my tree, grab my backpack, hitch it up on my shoulders, and begen to swing from tree to tree. Once in a while, I stop, and climb high up into the branches, to see how far away I am. Soon enough, I'm high up in a tree, watching them.

"Damn it, Cato! These stings won't go away!" A voice rang out, and I can see a infuriated black-haired girl sitting on a rock, yelling at him.

"Do you think I wanted this, Clove? When I find District Twelve, I'll kill her. Slowly. And I'll enjoy every second of it," As he says this, a distubing smile slowly spreads across his face. I shudder.

"So you think Mellark's really dead?" Another boy asks, trying to dab some Capitol medicine on his stings, with not much luck.

"Oh course he is, you idiot! I cut him deep in the thigh, the blood was all around him before I could put my sword away!" Cato says, and he laughs.

The black-haired girl, Clove, suddenly screams, and falls to the ground. She twitches, and suddenly goes still.

"What happened to her?!" Cato screams, shaking on of the boys by the shoulder.

The boy turned white, and I can't blame him. It probably isn't easy to have a six-foot giant with a sword screaming at you.

"W-well, in school, they said that once you got a sting from a Tracker Jacker, you g-go into a type of state, where you see all of your fears."

"How the hell do you stop it?" Cato screams, and from the panic in his voice, I can tell that he and Clove were more then just strangers back home. Friends, even. They'd get along well, that's for sure. Both killers.

"Y-you can't!" The boy shouts, shaking himself free of Cato.

Cato goes into a rage, screaming and kicking everything in sight. Rocks, medical supplies and people who were stupid enough to get in his way. I decide that it's time for me to leave. Silently, slowly, I swing away from the camp. I'll return tomorrow.