Thursday, December 8, 2011

Last day of the Hunger Games

One of us has to die. I really care for Peeta. I don't want him to die. But he doesn't want to live without me. The Game makers said if two from one district lived until the end they can both win. But no. one of us has to die. This is just an example of how twisted the Capitol is.

The berries! The poisonous berries. We could always kill ourselves. Together we could both lose and have no winner. My hands are shaking. I reach in the pouch. I didn't want it to end like this. But wait. We could put them in our mouth and not chew! See if they let us both win instead of no winner! I hope Peeta will agree. He better agree.

After waking up from Tracker Jackers

Where did the orange puss go? I thought there was orange swelling pus around the pit. My body is in such a horrible state. I can’t move at all because the venom hurts all through my body. Peeta. Before I ran into the pit. He told me to run. He saved me from Cato. Rue. She showed me the nest. I wonder if she got out ok.

Where do I go now? Do I go find Peeta? But what about Rue? Or should I go find Cato and get rid of him now? My mind won’t think straight. I hate this. The Capitol is so stupid coming up with an idea like this. Kids killing each other for entertainment. This is all too messed up for me.

One of the first nights in the Game

How could he join them? Peeta is supposed to be working a star-crossed lover angle not the “I am going to kill her” angle. He joined the Careers! I thought he was smarter than that. I trusted him to do something right in the arena and not join the wrong people. Luckily now I have the backpack with the sunglasses, a sleeping bag, and a water flask. But I was still so shocked he would join them.

We had spent so long in the training stage working together and learning to be in sync with each other and so Peeta decides he is better than me. I had started to trust him. Why was I so stupid? I thought he wasn’t going to last ten minutes in the arena. But I guess it was smart for him to join them. But they are just keeping him to find me.

Night after the interviews before the Games.

What just happened? Peeta loves me? First he doesn’t want to prepare with me and the next thing I know is he is on stage declaring his love for me. Why him? He was just another random guy in my life until now. Haymitch is now making us act like we are in love! I have never even thought of having a boyfriend. This is too much.

I was up on stage swirling around for Caesar, and the next thing I know I am back in my seat in awe that Peeta would say such a thing as love. He looked so confident in front of the cameras. I don’t know how he would find the idea to take an angle like that. Everyone thinks that we can do nothing. But I can’t imagine thinking about even keeping him as a boyfriend let alone a soul mate! It makes me angry they went behind my back to do this!

After showing the Game Makers

Why couldn’t they just pay attention to me! If they weren’t so absorbed in the pig I wouldn’t have to have hit the apple in its mouth! I know I won’t get as good as a score as the others because I disrespected them. I could have killed one of them. I would love to have seen their face if I hit the pig and not the apple.

I also dismissed myself. I didn’t wait for the signal for me to leave. I was just so mad that they couldn’t pay attention to what I was presenting. The rage flew through my arrow and into their area. I could believe how arrogant they seemed. I hope that no one else in the Capitol is like that. But knowing our nation I wouldn’t doubt there are.

The night after the opening ceremonies.

“Katniss, the girl who was on fire.” Cinna was right to believe that the outfit would be wonderful. I felt so amazing standing next to Peeta with the fake fire in my hair. When he was first telling me about the idea I had remembered the year the tributes were put out there naked with coal dust all over them. I was certain that’s what he had in mind. He is not who I expected him to be. I was expecting one of the older more flamboyant stylists who do everything in vain to stay young.

“You’re not afraid of fire, are you, Katniss?”

That statement made me a little skeptical of the plan. But as soon as I saw the look on the faces of the crowd I felt wonderful. I loved the feeling of being loved by so many people. I didn’t like the idea of holding Peetas hand at first but it turned to my favor. I was blowing kisses, smiling, and waving at the crowd as they adored us. I hope that the other tributes arn't too jealous of our fantastic kick off to the games.