Nadia Duffó/9th A

Creative Writing
I’m back from the Cornucopia, I’ve just killed Clover, one less. I return to my territory, the only
thing I liked since we came here to die. It’s wonderful, the grass is up to my arms and it has so
many grains from which I feed. I like it, I love it, it makes me remember of District Eleven, and
of the grains we grow there; but here, I can eat them all, all if I want to!

All at once, those grains make me remember little Rue; I have to fight for her. She was just a
kid. I used to watch her working and playing with my sisters back in District Eleven, more
working than playing and more singing than anything else. I feel full of rage; but I killed Clover!
Oh, yes I did!

Suddenly, I look up to the sky; it’s raining. Ha, we all like rain back in District Eleven, the best
way to water crops. I’m involuntarily dancing. I feel the rain drops down in my face, not like
tears but hope, I don’t care, I shout, I cry, I’m in the most sublime moment I could ever
imagine.

But my happiness ends quickly. I hear footsteps, it’s Cato; I’m no fool. He wants revenge
because I killed her, I killed her and let Fire girl go. Now, he’s standing in front of me, he has
knives and I have nothing but my fists. He throws his weapons away. He runs to me, I’m
prepared. Run Cato, run. We fight, he makes me fall, and grabs his weapons. I run to him and,
when I look him in the eyes, I feel a steel knife in my stomach. I fall. I hear the call of death
shouting at me, maybe it’s Cato. He’s injured, at least I fought. I don’t regret killing Clover and
letting her go. Cato reads my thoughts, he suddenly takes a rock. He knows what to do just as I
knew what to do with Clover. He comes running to me and that’s when I hear the death calling
even louder.