The sun is rising again. I didn't get a wink of sleep, but I'm not tired. I couldn't sleep even if I tried. I don't want to try. I'd be much too vulnerble. The dark thought that I could be dead, killed, at any moment now hangs over me, threatening to defeat me in itself. But I musn't get frightened, I tell my shaking hands, which have been shaking, since I was reaped, probably! I must stay strong, and brave, and do Emmery proud. I'll just lose my head if I panic, and that would not be good. I'm not very strong, and I don't have any weapons, so I will defintely need my head. It is vital.
I am very hot.
I'm used to heat, back home, but this is unbearable.
I peek out from my leafy shade. I had to hide last night in the bushes because I had no tent.
I have nothing.
Nothing! I didn't manage to get one thing from the Cornucopia!
I could have done with a sword. Or that glorious sack of bread rolls... my stomach rumbles. I don't really mind about the tent. It would stand out a mile to other tributes anyway.
But I have nothing. All I have are my clothes; a little blue top and jeans that were terrible to run in and too hot, so I cut them up to shorts using the sharp hook on my token - my rope bracelet. It's a handy little tool. I then used the leftover denim and made it into a sort of backpack. It's a good, thick fabric, but not waterproof. I also have a blue top. I have shells, plenty of them, stacked in my bag. I have leaves. I have no weapons. Well, I could hardly kill someone with my little hook, could I? I could, but it would be a slow and cruel death. I'd prefer to use a quick, sword through the heart. I hate these thoughts. I shouldn't have to decide my favourite way to kill people.
I am too hot to just sit here. I need water. I glance over at the gorgeous blue sea.
Of course, I can't drink that water, it's salty, but I can dive into it, let it cool me down, get lost in that blue....
I bury my backpack a little in the dry earth, in the trees, so no one else will find and take it if they stumble across it.
No tributes can be seen.
I wait for another moment, then I sprint out onto the sand, it burns my feet., but then they reach the water, and it's heaven. I wade though it until it's deep and it's not long before there's a drop, and I'm completley surrounded by the water.
I'm relieved from the scorching heat, and it feels wonderful. I feel like I'm back at home, playing with my friends.
I surface, take a deep breath, and dive back under again.
I see so much fish! I recognise a Parrotfish, a Yellowtail Snapper, a Moray Eel and a Hogfish! Food! But then my heart drops as I realise that these are all the fish that I have been taught NOT to eat by my parents.
How convinient. The gamemakers have put all the poisonous fish in the sea. Well this is sure to be a real killer for people who aren't in the know. My heart rises again when I think "But not me!"
I wait around for a while and then see a familiar peachy-red fish... a Pacific Ocean Perch! Before I know what I'm doing, my hands have shooted out, grabbed it, and twisted it's neck. Dead. Food.
I come up for air again, and swim to shore. Things are looking good now. Hopefully I'll make the 20 feet back to the trees alive.