Rue's Diary
I don’t have anything to defend myself from a distance...I only have a blade I can use to cut someone up should they get close. I could throw it, but my aim isn’t very good. At best, I could hardly puncture an arm or a leg.
My pencil is shaking in my hand, and I can barely formulate thoughts in my head right now. My breathing is fast and uneven. Blood is pounding loudly in my chest.
I quickly peer out from behind the bush to see if I can spot anything, or anyone, but all I see is emptiness...at least, until I see the rustle of tree branches moments later.
It’s the boy, the one from District 1. He’s looking around, looking for fresh meat. I can tell by the furrow in his brow and the flames in his eyes that he wants revenge, and mostly, he wants to kill the one who started it. Me.
My pencil is shaking in my hand, and I can barely formulate thoughts in my head right now. My breathing is fast and uneven. Blood is pounding loudly in my chest.
I quickly peer out from behind the bush to see if I can spot anything, or anyone, but all I see is emptiness...at least, until I see the rustle of tree branches moments later.
It’s the boy, the one from District 1. He’s looking around, looking for fresh meat. I can tell by the furrow in his brow and the flames in his eyes that he wants revenge, and mostly, he wants to kill the one who started it. Me.