A Lonely Journey (OPEN)

Auricula was up to no good. Her family was starting to slowly starve, and she needed to find food for them. No one was buying the herbs and flowers that one could use for tea. Didn't every old lady or sick person want or need tea? Plus, a lot of people in the Seam of District Twelve were sick. Sick from hunger. Sick from flu, or distemper, or just overworked from the coal mines. But no one had bought the things she had up for trade. So she had come here, to the Open Forest, to steal. Auricula stole food from people for her family, because she knew that there was hardly any other way to survive. Auricula had thought of hunting, but no, she didn't want to risk it. She had throwing knives, because an old crinkled lady had given them to her in a black velvet case. Auricula had cherished them, and the old lady had taught her how to use them, should she ever get into the Hunger Games. Auricula shuddered at the thought. She hated the Hunger Games. How, and why, would they just lock people up in an arena, sometimes against their own will, and force them to go into battle, to kill or be killed! Auricula had vowed, that if she ever got her hands on one of those slimeballs, she would kill them. Suddenly, Auricula heard leaves crunch. Someone...was here. "Whoever you are, show youself!,"she demanded. She pulled out one of her throwing knives.