Iˇve been featured on screens most than I care。
Eventually； I wrap up my food and go back to the stream to replenish my water and gather some。 But the heaviness from the morning drapes back over me and even though itˇs only early evening； I climb a tree and settle in for the night。 My brain begins to replay the events from yesterday。 I keep seeing Rue speared； my arrow piercing the boyˇs neck。 I donˇt know why I should even care about the boy。
Then I realize 。 。 。 he was my first kill。
Along with other statistics they report to help people place their bets； every tribute has a list of kills。 I guess technically Iˇd get credited for Glimmer and the girl from District 4； too； for dumping that nest on them。 But the boy from District 1 was the first person I knew would die because of my actions。 Numerous animals have lost their lives at my hands； but only one human。 I hear Gale saying； ¨How different can it be； really？〃
Amazingly similar in the execution。 A bow pulled； an arrow shot。 Entirely different in the aftermath。 I killed a boy whose name I donˇt even know。 Somewhere his family is weeping for him。 His friends call for my blood。 Maybe he had a girlfriend who really believed he would e back 。 。 。
But then I think of Rueˇs still body and Iˇm able to banish the boy from my mind。 At least； for now。
Itˇs been an uneventful day according to the sky。 No deaths。 I wonder how long weˇll get until the next catastrophe drives us back together。 If itˇs going to be tonight； I want to get some sleep first。 I cover my good ear to block out the strains of the anthem； but then I hear the trumpets and sit straight up in anticipation。
For the most part； the only munication the tributes get from outside the arena is the nightly death t