The fire was pretty far away from us but I could feel the smoke from here.
The gamemakers are surely having some fun.
"Hey, that's where Katniss could be!" Marvel tells us.
"Huh?"
"She is the girl on fire, the fire was a trap for her." He explained.
The gamemakers for sure would use fire to kill her and because there was no canon, then it didn't work.
"Let's wait until the fire gets down so we can go there." Cato suggested.

And that's exactly what we did. We waited for the fire to go out, each of us was checking if it is coming in our direction but it wasn't.
The adrenaline was pumping again, with Katniss dead, I will be able to win much easily. Plus, I won't have to worry about the sponsors so much.

"Alright, let's go." Cato ordered.
"What no!" Clove protests.
"Why?"
"Couse the fire is too big, it's too dangerous!"
"It's not that bad." He rolled his eyes.
"It's gonna get us killed!"
"Don't be dramatic-"
"I am not dramatic, I am just careful. No one is gonna risk their lives couse you're too impatient."
Me, Marvel and Marina watched the fight and didn't know what to say.
However it was obvious that we all agreed with Clove.

Cato groaned and walked away. He threw his sword on a floor with anger.
"What an idiot." Clove mumbled and walked up to us.
"So we're waiting?" Marvel asked.
"Yeah. Let him go if he wants to, I don't care."

We waited for a bit longer and Cato didn't speak to us but he also didn't go alone. Cato is pretty aggressive, I wonder if Clove was aware that he could kill her if he was in enough rage.
Or maybe he wouldn't?

"It's time." Clove said when the fire went down.
"Finally." Cato mumbled.

We began to walk around the place where fire was to find Katniss. Clove and Marvel kept a double eye on Peeta in order to make sure that he doesn't stand up to us now.

"There she is!" I yell as I point at the girl from 12 sitting on the tree.
Our six gets around the tree, I spot that Katniss gets a sponsor gift but it's nothing but some sort of cream.
"That's not gonna help you up there Katniss!" I laugh.
Clove then tries to throw a knife at her but it doesn't fly high enough and lands in the tree.
Cato attempted to climb the tree, when he was almost at the top he fell down. We didn't help him get up, he had it coming after how rude he was.
I decide to shoot an arrow but I end up missing.
Cato got annoyed and took the bow from me, he also ended up missing.

We stood there in an awkward silence, the situation ended being pretty embarrassing.
"Let's wait under the tree, she will have to come down at some point." Cato ordered.
The rest of us had no choice but to do what he says.
We wasted an entire day waiting for the fire to went out so we can kill her and now we have to wait more.

I sigh and we all sit down by the tree.
The sky slowly turns darker and each of us doesn't really say anything to the other.
I glance at Peeta, he looks even more scared than before. I wonder when Cato is gonna kill him, I'm pretty sure that that moment is near.
I can feel it.

Clove volunteered to have the first guard at night.
When I lyed down on the sleeping bag, I spotted something on Marina's hand.
It was a bracelet from black pearls.
"I like your bracelet." I told her.
"Thanks." "My sister got it for me." She replied.
"Really? Is she younger or older?"
"Two years younger, I also have two younger brothers." She stated.
"Wow, I wished that I had siblings."
I never liked being the only child, my parents were always busy with work so I would always get lonely.
Amy was like a sister to me though.

...

"And the female tribute from District 1 got eliminated! She lived for exactly 5 days and 7 hours!" Caesar announced.
The girl tribute from District 7 took out her axe from her victim's chest.
"What was her name again?" I asked to Amy.
"You mean our tribute or the one from District 7?"
"Our."
"Opal, I think."
Opal was someone I knew. She used to be so popular in school, she was so pretty but also strong and skilled.
Now I watched her dead body getting taken away by the hovercraft on national tv.
"She was foolish. She volunteered at such a young age." I stated.
Fourteen is not a lot, only one person ever got to win at that age.
His name was Finnick, after he won many fourteen year olds from 1 and 2 started to volunteer.
Opal was one of them.

...

"Glimmer, wake up." Marvel touches my arm.
"Yeah?" I rob my eyes.
"It's your turn."

I nod and get up.

Having the last shift is the worst couse you are the most tried and you have to wait until everyone else wakes up.

I think more about the dream I had with Opal. Or about Opal herself.
It was 71st games as far as I remember which were won by Johanna Mason.

I even said goodbye to Opal after the reaping. I wished her luck and she was very grateful that I came to her, even though we never were really friends.
We rarely talked to eachother and she was sometimes mean to me but we never were enemies.
This games were really hard for me because someone that I knew died in them.
I remember exactly what dress she had on when she was on the parade or interview.
The lime long dress with uncovered one leg. She had black hair put in two braids and green ribbons in them.

I remember the emerald hair pin that she had on the arena.  It was really pretty, I was very jealous of it.
I then recalled the belt that Opal had on. It was the same belt as I am having right now. The belt with number 1 on it, it's a little bit scratched but still good.
The dead tributes are remembered some time after the game that they die in ends.
They get mentioned by the victors in the interviews, the victors talk about them on the victory tour and the funeral always happens after the games.
And then they get forgotten.
At least for the Capitol, not for the families for sure.

This is something that I don't like to think about. It makes me feel uncomfortable and I rather not talk about it.

...

I wake up to a sound of something above me. No one realised that I slept on my guard.
I look up and see Katniss cutting a branch with some sort of hive.
"Guys, wake up!" I yell but it's too late.
The hive falls on the ground and wasps begin to fly everywhere.

In panic and screams of others I try to take my stuff. I wave my hands to get the bugs away but I still feel some stings on myself.
My heart keeps racing and I can't catch a breath.
"To the river!" I hear Cato's voice.
As I start running, colours are flashing infront my eyes and I can't see anything.