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She stops by my trap and slowly examines it. She leans to her left and locks her eyes on my other kill. She bends down and puts her sacks on the grass, then starts to raise her hand. Her finger taps the thin wire and I come out of the foliage I've been hiding in.

"That's dangerous." I yell.

Her hands drop and she stumbles back, startled. She's from the Seam. Her braided hair is dark brown like mine-she even has the same grey eyes. It's a trait found from the poorer part of District Twelve. She goes to my school, but I've never talked to her. I've only officially met her once, and that was when we received Medals of Valor when our fathers' died in the coal mine explosion. We're the eldest of our families. I have three little siblings, but she only has one.

I walk to my snare and remove the rabbit. It weighs a good couple of pounds. I hang it on my belt along with three others that I found ensnared.

"What's your name?" I say after I finish.

She whispers something along the lines of 'Catnip', but she says it so quietly that my ears might be lying.

"Well, Catnip, stealing's punishable by death, or hadn't you heard?" I smirk.

"Katniss," she says, raising her voice a little louder, "And I wasn't stealing it. I just wanted to look at your snare. Mine never catch anything."

Yeah right, 'just looking.' She was touching the wire. I scowl and see the squirrel she has attached to her. If her traps don't catch anything, how did she get the squirrel?

"So where did you get that squirrel?" I ask, expecting some ridiculous answer.

"I shot it." Catnip mutters through gritted teeth. She proceeds to take a fine, wooden bow off her shoulder. How did she get that? There isn't a place in the District that sells weapons. You can only get them either from the military or being in the Hunger Games, the latter one giving me chills. No one is that desperate to get a hold of a weapon. Well, apart from the Careers. But they've grown up that way. My eyes train on the bow. It's carefully strung with a long bowstring.

"Can I see that?" I exclaim.

Catnip hesitates for a moment, but eventually passes the bow to me. "Just remember, stealing's punishable by death."

I allow myself a small smile and I run my fingers over the polished wood. It must've took weeks to make it, let alone find the materials.

"Did you make it?" I ask, still observing the weapon.

I unwillingly look up and she shakes her head.

"My father did...before he passed away. He made a few others too, but this one I'm best with."

"Others?" I ask. Her silent nod-of-the-head gives me an answer. This is weaponry we're talking about. Her father, if he were alive, could be killed on the spot for this. We could too, even just for hunting in forbidden land.

"Could you give me archery lessons? I could use the extra meat." I say.

Catnip stares at the bow in my hands possessively.

"Fine, but on one condition." she scowls, "You have to help me set up my own snares. Then I will give you a bow."

A bow? That's more than I wanted. I shake her dainty hand and she takes me off, deeper into the forest. Further away from the hell I call District Twelve. She's brave, I got to give it to her. Even I don't go there.

"What's your name?" she utters.

"Gale. Gale Hawthorne."