Sunday, November 27, 2011

The Games Begin

I stand on my platform in the arena and on this trip, I have already met a lot of people that I am going to loose.  Haymitch.  Cinna.  Octavia, Flavius, and Venia. They're the closest thing I have to home, the closest thing I have to a family now, the only thing that I can be attached with, and now they're gone.  All because the Capitol wants to put 23 of us to the death.  So, I'll never see them again.  But, I don't really know that I can trust any of these people, especially Peeta.  He's just been trying to play the nice guy act and get on my side this whole time, just so that he can kill me.  I mean, saying that he loves me? In front of all of Panem?  Pathetic.  Just because he helped me out with an advantage doesn't mean that I can trust him.  And it's not like we can get out of here anyways, so why try now?  Now, he's shaking his head at me.  probably trying to remind me of what Haymitch said, but I don't care.  I'll do whatever I want.  I'll make a run for it.  And all of this thinking, as the bell rings, throws me off track.

I Volunteer for Prim at the Reaping

I thought that there was no way that Prim or I could even get close to picked out of the reaping ball, but i was mostly thinking of myself, and Prim's name never crossed my selfish mind.  I didn't know what else to do when her name was called except for volunteer for her.  At first, not a thought could go through my mind as I called out her name in fear and desperation.  And now, I'm on my way to the games and there is nothing that I could do to reverse this day, make what happened come undone.  Because my life is protecting Prim, and even my mother alot of the time.  Of course I wouldv'e volunteered for her.  I just wish that I could see her again...but with all of these people, specifically the Careers, there is a slim chance, if any chance at all, that I can make it out of here alive and back to her again.  And now, I have to fight against the boy who gave me the bread.  the boy who's been in school with me all of my life.  Peeta Mallark.  And i feel like I owe him, and I can't do much when I'm on my way to kill him.  I can't jusst thank him by stabbing a knife through his heart.  But I have to get back to Prim.  So I'll just steer clear of him on the train and hope that someone else kills him before I do.

Monday, November 21, 2011

Before the Reaping

I went home and my mother and Prim were waiting for me, with dinner on the table and a bath ready.  And yet, I don't really know how I feel about the reaping today.  I have a small fear about it but I don't like to show it because I have to stay strong for Prim.  And besides, there are hundreds of other people in that ball, so they couldn't possibly pick me or Prim.  My mother let me borrow her blue dress and now, even in the simple outfit, I feel that I have completley transformed from myself, for something that I don't even care about.  Besides, the capitol has been trying to slyly show the fact that they're in control and that they've always in control since the uprising in District 13.  And now they've broguht us to this.  But there's no way that they could pick me, right? I mean...my names only in the reaping ball about...20 times.  And even if i don't get picked this year, there's always next year, when I'll get entered even more. I still have a life to live and a family to take care of. Thanks alot., Capitol.  You think you're so smart by taking little girl's and boy's lives away.  But this just makes the districts despise you even more.