I woke with a sound of loud crunching leaves and branches. I frantically looked around. I saw a bunch of people with black and white uniforms on. Peacemakers. I thought with disgust. I got as close to the tree as I could and fully covered myself with my brown blanket in one swift movement. I winced as that movement rustled the leaves nearby. The the brown blanket brought darkness in front of my eyes. For a second, I felt like child hiding in their bed, by that dirty, brown blanket helped to camouflage me. One of the peacemakers stopped. The rest followed. I stiffened. The last time I got caught- I shuddered at that thought. Then again, back then, I didn't know how to fight,I wasn't trained. A voice broke my train of thought. I listened closer.

" What did you hear this time" a voice snickered.

" I hear someone. Probably a teenage girl" another voice insisted . I tensed even more, if that was even possible.

" Yeah, right, last time you said that you pulled us into a cave of a grizzly bear" a new voice remarked.

I tried to keep a snicker from escaping.

" uhu, that went very well" another voice stated, dripping with sarcasm.

No one replied. Soon i heard the of crunching leaves start then slowly fade. The silence crept up in the forest. I let out a sigh. I waited for a while. Then, cautiously uncover myself from the blanket. I looked around, it was still dark. I was a very light sleeper, so that's why I woke up so early. Or maybe it's because I go to bed early. I don't really care. I uncovered my legs that were still covered with my blanket. It was still dark outside. I felt the cold morning of early fall settle in around me. I untied myself from the tree and rolled up my blanket. Feeling around for the opening of the hollow in the tree, I finally found it after a few moments. I traded the blanket for a pocket knife, 3 throwing knives, a jacket and a basket. All the things that I need for finding food.

I quickly climbed down, making the leaves rustle around me, I set out to check my traps. I walked to the right side of the tree. I soon reached a small clearing. I check the net. No luck. I did the same for the rest and ended with the same results. I decided to then look for some berries. Most of the bushes of berries I have found, have already been picked cleaned by me or wild animals. I found one of the bushes sill containing a few berries. 12 raspberries make an amazing breakfast! Please note the sarcasm. I ate them. Still feeling hungry, I decided to do all the hunting and gathering before the sun rises.  I usually hunt with my throwing knives.

4 years ago, when I just came to the wood outside the district for the first time. I was caught...? Sure. A peacemaker found me. Trained me, and then, after about a year and a half, just disappeared. He taught me enough know to basically survive. He trained me to be good with throwing knives, how to fight, and then, just left. Hurt. Betrayed. That's what I felt. I promised to myself to never trust. Anyone. Not after Snow. Not after him.

I broke out of my thought, set the everything down under a bush, grabbed my knives and went out deeper into the woods. I tried to walk as silently as I could, but tons of leaves rustled underneath me feet. Time passed, and soon, I heard a soft rustle of leaves nearby. I stopped. Grabbed a knife and as soon as I heard a sound, I spotted a rabbit, and threw it at him. I prepared the rabbit, saved the skin, and cooked the meat. Tasted the same as I did everyday. Once I was full, I cleaned up everything and made sure it looked like nothing ever happened there. I went back to grab the basket and retired to the tree hallow where I keep my things. I climbed up the tree, and took a bowl like object that I was working on out of wood. I needed a bowl to for food, so I decided to make one. Pulse I was relaxing. I worked on the bowl until I saw the sun from the trees. I put everything away, grabbed all the money I had and a jacket and started to walk to the district 12. I needed a pair of boots and more clothing, and more thread. My boots became to small and so did my clothing. I used thread to make many things our of my old cloths. The finished result don't look nice, but it's warm.

I walked carelessly, until I came close to the district. Waked to the box that powered the fence, turned it off and climbed over. Following my regular path, I went to the town square. Noise filled the air a soon as I started to get closer. It was only about 8 in the morning. No one in District 12 is up that early. I walked behind the buildings. I looked up. I stared in shock. There where hundred of reporters perched on the top of the buildings, like birds back in the capital...
No. Forget about that.

Wait, what are they doing here? District 12 isn't a very popular district. So something very important must be going on. What if Snow found me? No no no no no! I will NOT go back to the capital. No! Then a memory of my parents faces flashed in my mind. My eyes started to tear up. STOP. Emotions are mere illusions in our mind. They only show weakness. I reminded my self. I pushed every memory away, and made sure I was void of any emotion.
Snapping into reality, I found myself carefully walking down the ally unsure what to expect. I turned the corner, prepared to expect anything, but still finding myself shocked.

"Welcome to the 4th annual Hunger Games"

So Snow did follow his plan. I though bitterly. And it's been 4 years since they started.
I returned my attention to the stage.  The mayor of District 12 was rattling about the rules of the Games. He looked like he was in mid 30s, a tall man, around 6,1 and had medium brown hair, dull gray eyes as most of the district.

"- the male tribute for this year is... Collin Coaltris-" A guy around 18 stepped forward, a darker shade of brown hair and slightly brighter eyes. Muscular, but then again, he worked at the mine most of his life. He didn't show weakness, too much. But the constant moment of his eyes and twitching betrayed his relatively emotionless face.
Some words were said between the Mayor, Colin and another guy that I only just noticed. The other guy I believe was the mentor. From Snows notes, he is a person that would guide the tribute. I think.

The mentor had a very light brown hair, almost dirty blond, pale grey eyes, but also a long scare running along his jaw. That leads me to think he might have been in the Hunger Games.

I snapped my attention back to the stage. I watched as the mayor picked for the female tribute. He placed his hand deep into the bowl, a took a sip of paper.

" The female tribute would be... Rose Gleencoal. I watched, horrified as a tiny 12 year old girl, shanking, stepped out of the crowd. She had medium brown curly hair, bright blue eyes. A sob rang out from the absolutely silent crown. Sadness danced in the eyes of Collin and the mentor. I glanced to where the the sob came from. I saw a woman, being comforted by a man, who's sadness was seen, a small boy hugging the leg of his mother, with tears in his eyes. I felt sorry for then. Another family destroyed by Snow. I turned into anger. Calm down, emotion is weakness.

Rose walked up to the stage, shaking.

" Dose anyone wish to volunteer as tribute?" The mayor asked.

Murmurs walked though the crowd, but no one dared to volunteer. I glanced at the girl. At her family. How could Snow do this? Anger. That all I felt. That when I decided. I made sure I was void of all emotions, and stepped out of the ally, prepared for anything.

" I volunteer as the female tribute"