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Certainly Peeta has throrench into our star-crossed lover dynamic Or has he? Maybe, since he hasn&039;t spoken e out of it Maybe people will think it&039;s soether if I seem like it amuses h the canopy it seerease fro, but it&039;s no use It&039;s only been a day and I&039; I know about finding water It runs downhill, so, in fact, continuing down into this valley isn&039;t a bad thing If I could just locate a gaetation, these e There&039;s just the slight gradual slope, the birds, the sameness to the trees

As the day wears on, I know I&039;m headed for trouble What little urine I&039;ve been able to pass is a dark brown, ue that refuses to lasses, but when I put the funny to my vision, so I just stuff them back in my pack

It&039;s late afternoon when I think I&039;ve found help I spot a cluster of berry bushes and hurry to strip the fruit, to suck the sweet juices froet a hard look at thehtly different shape, and when I break one open the insides are bloodred I don&039;t recognize these berries, perhaps they are edible, but I&039; this is some evil trick on the part of the Ga Centerus to avoid berries unless you were 100 percent sure they weren&039;t toxic So I already knew, but I&039;th to fling the to settle onhike I have to stop and rest frequently, although I know the only cure for what ailsI try a new tactic - clih as I dare in ns of water But as far as I can see in any direction, there&039;s the sao on until nightfall, I walk until I&039; over my own feet

Exhausted, I haul myself up into a tree and belt myself in I&039;ve no appetite, but I suck on a rabbit bone just to give ht falls, the antheirl, as apparently from District 8 The one Peeta went back to finish off

My fear of the Career pack isthirst Besides, they were heading away from me and by now they, too, will have to rest With the scarcity of water, they may even have had to return to the lake for refills

Maybe, that is the only course for s distress My heads throbs with every beat of h my joints I fall, rather than jump froear So with y and forainst the trunk ofthe sandpaper surface of et water?

Return to the lake No good I&039;d never make it

Hope for rain There&039;s not a cloud in the sky

Keep looking Yes, this is ht hits s me to me senses

Haymitch! He could send me water! Press a button and have it delivered to me in a silver parachute in minutes I know I must have sponsors, at least one or tho could afford a pint of liquid for me Yes, it&039;s pricey, but these people, they&039;reon me as well Perhaps Haymitch doesn&039;t realize how deep my need is

I say in a voice as loud as I dare "Water" I wait, hopefully, for a parachute to descend fro is wrong A sponsors? Or has Peeta&039;s behaviorback? No, I don&039;t believe it There&039;s someone out there ants to buy h As ifts from the sponsors I know he hates h to let me die? From this? He can&039;t do that, can he? If a mentor mistreats his tributes, he&039;ll be held accountable by the viewers, by the people back in District 12 Even Haymitch wouldn&039;t risk that, would he? Say what you will about my fellow traders in the Hob, but I don&039;t think they&039;d welcome him back there if he let et his liquor? So what? Is he trying toall the sponsors toward Peeta? Is he just too drunk to even notice what&039;s going on at the moment? Somehow I don&039;t believe that and I don&039;t believe he&039;s trying to kill lect, either He has, in fact, in his own unpleasant way, genuinely been trying to prepareon?

I bury er of tears now, I couldn&039;t produce one to save er, hatred, and suspicions, a small voice in the back of my head whispers an answer

Maybe he&039;s sending you awhat? Then I know There&039;s only one good reason Hay water from me Because he knows I&039;ve alrit my teeth and pull ht I find a broken branch that will do for a walking stick and I start off The sun&039;s beating down, eventhan the first two days I feel like an old piece of leather, drying and cracking in the heat every step is an effort, but I refuse to stop I refuse to sit down If I sit, there&039;s a good chance I won&039;t be able to get up again, that I won&039;t even remember my task

What easy prey I aht now, merely shove me over and kill th to resist But if anyone is in noresoul

Not alone though No, they&039;ve surely got a ca tributes starve, freeze, bleed, and dehydrate to death Unless there&039;s a really good fight going on sohts turn to Prilunch For her sake, I try to look as least desperate as I can

But by afternoon, I know the end is coetting, exactly what I&039;ain my feet, but when the stick slides out froet up I let ed Hay ht, I think This is not so bad here The air is less hot, signifying evening&039;s approach There&039;s a slight, sweet scent that reround, sliding easily across the top This is an okay place to die, I think

My fingertipspatterns in the cool, slippery earth I love ame with the help of its soft, readable surface Good for bee stings, too Mud Mud Mud! My eyes fly open and I dig ers into the earth It is mud! My nose lifts in the air And those are lilies! Pond lilies!

I cra, through themyself toward the scent Five yards frole of plants into a pond Floating on the top, yelloers in bloom, are my beautiful lilies

It&039;s all I can do not to plunge ulp down as h sense left to abstain With treet out my flask and fill it ater I add what I re it The half an hour of waiting is agony, but I do it At least, I think it&039;s a half an hour, but it&039;s certainly as long as I can stand

Slowly, easy now, I tell myself I take one s and make myself wait Then another Over the next couple of hours, I drink the entire half gallon Then a second I prepare another before I retire to a tree where I continue sipping, eating rabbit, and even indulge in one of my precious crackers By the time the antheht, no tributes died today Toso up the roots of the pond lilies toon to my water bottle for dear life, which, of course, it is

A few hours later, the stampede of feet shakes me from slumber I look around in bewilder eyes can see it

It would be hard toon me