Chapter 3
When it was morning, I woke up and took a shower. When I got out, Tornado was standing there. "P-P-Peeta? I saw a figure outside my window with a hockey mask on wearing tattered clothes. Was that what you saw?" he asked. "Tornado, we have to go to the counselor." I said. We went to the counselor. The counselor thought that they were playing a joke and told us to hurry up and get to the mess hall, breakfast was starting soon. Tornado and I sat next to each other and talked about who would be dressed in a hockey mask and tattered clothes at a campground. There were no hockey rinks around the area. There was a clothes bank nearby so why would someone have tattered clothes? We discussed many circumstances until we had to go to team-building activities. I never had the same activity with Tornado. "Hey Peeta, what were you talking to Tornado about at breakfast this morning?" Cato asked. "Oh nothing, we just were talking about what team-building activities that there could have been. We weren't in any of the same ones." I said. Tornado, Cato, and I went swimming and played water volleyball. We had so much fun. Soon it was lunch time and Tornado and I were still trying to think about who that was. Night came too soon. I was on the way back to my cabin when I heard a scream.
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