Dear
Diary,
Today
was the reaping. It was the first time Prim has been entered. I told
her she didn't need to worry. After Prim and I got ready, we ate and
than headed for the square. Effie read out the name and it wasn't me.
It was Primrose Everdeen. She was one in thousands! I moved my way
through the crowd and gasped “I volunteer!” Everyone went silent.
It was the first time in decades that district 12 has had a
volunteer. Not many people would volunteer there life for there
siblings like I did. I guess I just found the strength inside of me.
After, Effie reaches into the bowl which contains the boy's names,
and reads out “Peeta Mallark.” We are taken to custody to say our
last goodbye's. Prim told me I could win, but I don't think I can.
After, we head on the train to take us to the capital. The tribute
train is fancier than any other room I've seen. The smell of dinner
brings me to the dinning room. I eat with Effie and Peeta. The food
is the best I've ever tasted, so rich. Now I'm in my room reflecting
upon the choice I made today.
How
am I supposed to win? I have to win for her, for Prim.
Dear
Diary,
Today
is the third day of training, our private session with the
gamemakers. As usual District 12 was slated to go last. When they
summon me, I walk into the gymnasium. Instantly, I know I'm in
trouble. The gamemakers have been there too long, had too much wine.
I go over to the bows and right when I’m about to shoot, I realize
how rigid it is, nothing like the ones at home. I missed the target.
The gamemakers laughed and ignored me when I shot the dummy right
through the heart. Infuriated I picked up an arrow and shot it
straight into the apple in the pig’s mouth. I thanked them for
their consideration in a sarcastic way, and stormed out of the gym. I
rushed back to my room sobbing, thinking what a big mistake I made. I
went down to dinner and everyone was there. After telling everyone
what happened and my concerns, Haymitch told me that they’ll
probably just make my life hell in the arena. It cheered me up at
bit. Than it was time to watch the announcement of the scores. The
career tributes are in the eight-to-ten range, Rue got a 7, and Peeta
gets an eight. Not to bad. And me well, I got ELEVEN! Everyone was
kind of shocked but excited. Haymitch told me they must have liked my
temper.
Today
gave me some hope, maybe I can win this. I will have a lot of
sponsors!
Dear
Diary,
Today
is the day of interviews with Caesar Flikerman. Peeta asked to be
coached separately. So betrayed... Yesterday I had a four-hour long
session with Effie. She taught me how to walk in heels and a gown and
about eye contact, gestures and my smile. It was hard on me. Next I
had a session with Haymitch, it didn’t go so well. He told me I had
as much charm as a dead slug. Today I spent some time with Cinna.
After, everyone headed off to the stage for the interview. The
tributes are interviewed in order, all with their own shticks:
District 1's girl tribute is playing up the sex appeal. District 2's
boy is a "ruthless killer". I was next up after Thresher.
The stadium was filled with people. I felt nervous, but Caesar is a
warm and helpful host. I made the audience laugh. Caesar asks about
the sacrifice I made by taking Prim’s place. I tried to be warm,
but I could feel ice in my veins. I told him that Prim asked me to
win, and that I said I would. Peeta went up next. He played up the
fact that he’s a baker’s son and is winning and funny with the
host. And then? Time for a showstopper. Ready? Peeta tells the host
that he has a crush on a girl, but that it's not going to work out.
Why? Because she came to the Games with him. That’s right, it’s
me. Back at the training center I was furious at Peeta for making me
look like a fool. Haymitch disagreed that he did me a huge favor. He
made me seem desirable. So now Peeta and I are known as the
star-crossed lovers from District Twelve.
Dear
Diary,
This
will probably be the last time I write in this journal. This morning
Cinna dressed me in a simple outfit and a hovercraft came to take me
to the arena. On board, a metal tracking device was inserted into me.
When I arrived, I was taken to the Launch Room. The room is new and
will never be used again. The arena’s become historic sites once
the Games are over where tourists come to visit. Cinna equips me with
the outfit and gear that all the tributes have, including a hooded
black jacket designed to reflect body heat. He pined on my gold
mockingjay pin. Cinna repeats Haymitch’s final advice: run, find
water. Sorry I can’t write more! I have to go now! Wish me luck!
Maybe I could come out of here alive… I guess we’ll see.
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