I wobbled over to the cave that night, only to find Max and Ash leaning against a tree taking turns trying to kill squirrels. I sigh and plop down next to them, explaining everything. When I finish, I am told by Ash that we ran out of supplies completely. The only things we have are our weapons.

I start to wonder why there was a change in the arena so early. It's only been 2 to 3 days. Suddenly, a voice starts to boom through the arena again.

"If you guys are wondering why there was a change in the arena so early, it is just because the audience of the Capitol weren't very fond of the advantages of the first arena. Enjoy the death toll."

Wow. He read my mind once again.

I remove my braids because of the irritation and sigh. I don't really like long hair. It's hard to maintain in the arena.

My gaze wanders to the night sky as the anthem plays. The only face we see that night is Cocoa's. Her picture is so different than herself in the arena. Like a totally new person.

I wander back into the hut and lie down, soothing my hip wound. My tangled and messy hair sits on my face in knots. For a moment, I wonder what it would feel like if I had shorter hair.

As I wince from the pain in my hip, I think about what Cocoa said.

"There isn't such things as friends in the arena. Only enemies."

I think about how she might be right.

When Ash walks in, I try to think of her as an enemy. I notice things about her I wouldn't have noticed before. I see a smirk and cold eyes staring at me. I shake my head and return to normal, where she smiles brightly and watches over me with soft green eyes.

Then I understand.

It only matters on what I think of her.

My mentality is what changes. Not her.

I see her in a different way if I think she's a certain way.

It is only then that I question my friendship with Ash.

Should I be looking at her like a bad guy or a good guy?

I don't know.