I'm baack! I'd thought I'd start off with a little humor. Hope you enjoy!

I release and see my arrow soar. The head plummets into thick flesh, and a thud resounds as the beast hits the ground. Satisfaction and relief floods my mind, despite the circumstances.

Grabbing it by the sagging skin, I drag the deer through the jungle and back to our tentative base. It's strange, a deer in a jungle. Only the capitol could conjure up such oddities. Or maybe it was just a lack of knowledge about the wilderness that caused the gamemakers to put an animal in an unnatural habitat. Who knows.

Once I come upon our shelter, I hear a crunch. I come to a complete halt. What is that? I then make my footsteps as light as feathers, and hide under the cover of tree trunks until the shelter is within my sight. Leaning my head to the right, I see Finnick, in a squat, hunched over something.

"Finnick? What're you do—"

His face is lightning fast as he turns it towards me. His mouth is full of something, but I can't quite tell what. As I trot towards him, it becomes clear.

In front of his is a fish, eyes wide open and glassy. Half its body is covered with glittering blue scales. The rest is exposed and bloody.

In Finnick's hand is a couple of those shining scales, and I infer where the rest are.

"What are you doing?" I ask again.

His eyes open wide, and he swallows hard. "Katniss, I . . ." He takes a look around at the surrounding greenery, avoiding my eyes. "You see, I have this . . . problem."

"Eating fish scales?"

"Well, yeah," he replies.

"What? That's disgusting. How . . ."

"You see, once, when I was little, I was really, really curious. I tried everything. And the scales on the fish I would catch . . . they just looked so pretty, so appetizing, that I couldn't resist. Once I tried one, I fell in love with the crunchiness, the texture of the scales. And I've been hooked ever since."

My eyebrows scrunched and my eyes squinted. "That's so . . ."

"Weird?"

"Yeah." Still shocked, I came closer to him. Then a thought crossed my mind, and I became concerned. "Have you ever told a doctor about this? Imagine what it's doing to your stomach."

"I know, I know. I've been too embarrassed. I've tried to stop, but I'm just around fish so much that I always cave in. Nobody else knows about this."

"Wow." And that's all I could say. Feeling extremely awkward, I knew I had to get out of this situation. Turning away from Finnick, I headed back out into the jungle.

I did not just see what I saw. I will never, ever, bring it back up.

I'm debating whether or not I should make this into a series. And please, review, you have no idea how much of an encouragement it is to an author. Thank you!