So the assignment was to write three or four diary entries of 250-350 words. They got a little bigger.. but well. It is a part of our Hunger Games project, and I'd really like some feedback on this. Also, if you find any grammar/spelling mistakes; please say so! I want to get a high mark on this, and english isn't my first language so... ANyway, the first part is what I told the class during my tribute presentation; there are some things that'll make the fragments clearer :) Anyway, enjoy, and reviews and stuff are welcome!


"My name is Annie Cresta, and I am the winner of this Games, promise. Can I just say how excited I am to be here? It's been my dream, ever since I was a little girl to be here, and the chocolate-peach cocktails are just the best… But anyway, to get here, I had to volunteer, and so I did. I mean, I'm 15, it was about time I did so. The other reason I got into these games, was to avenge my brother. I have two of them, or I had. The eldest one died in the 67th Hunger Games, when he was trying to give me and my other, younger, brother a better future. You see, my parents died in a terrible accident on the Gulf of District Eleven, I was only eight, and we, my two brothers and I, were placed in an Orphanage, away from the ocean. My youngest brother never learned how to swim like I can, and he only comes on a boat in the Summer- and not even on the oceans, no, in some fresh water lake. Safe to say our childhood wasn't the best, and so my eldest brother, Feli, volunteered when he was 17, to get us out of the orphanage, and to buy a boat for us. We were convinced he was going to win; but then, on the very last day, he had a fight with the girl tribute from District One, and he lost. So that's going to be the first thing I'll do in the Arena. I'm going after District One, and make sure they won't come out alive. So no, I won't join the Careers- at least not when District One is still alive.

I am going to win these games by simply being the best and the strongest, which I am, without any doubt. I mean, I had the highest score in the training-sessions, a 10, and the chances of me winning are Because of the eight years I spend on a boat, I am a really good swimmer. In the orphanage, I continued to do so, in the lake by it. I also tie the best knots, and I know how to work with a spear, a sword, a net, and Finnick has taught me how to use a trident. The only thing that could really go wrong, is the 60 seconds stand in the beginning; I've never been the best one at math or counting. But I think I'll manage that, I've practiced counting 'til 60. So, really, what makes you think I won't win?" -Annie Cresta, tribute from District Four, during her interview with Céasar Flickerman.


Day One in the Arena

Dead tributes: 11 12

Deaths Today: 11 12

Dear Diary,

Today is the day I've been waiting for. Today, the 70th Hunger Games began. Finally. This morning, we, 24 tributes, were dropped into the Arena. So far, it's been great, just as I expected it to be. The arena itself, isn't as I expected it to be.

The cornucopia is surrounded by an open field with grass, daisies and butterflies, but no hiding places. To the south of the cornucopia, is a small fresh water stream, so at least we'll have drinking water. The field is surrounded by an unclimbable rock wall, with some passages in it. The stream disappears in one of them, and we're planning on checking out where it leads some other day. The others lead around 350 feet into the dark, and then to some long stairs down. When you go down the stairs, you're in some kind of a long, dark labyrinth. I don't like it, it's really dark in there. Somehow, I feel sort of sorry for the tributes who don't have a flashlight or something. There were lots of them laying around there, makes sense now. When I saw it, I wondered why the game makers wanted us to kill each other with flashlights and glow sticks. But the weapons were mostly inside and closer to the Cornucopia, it turned out. Well, district 12 must be excited.. Whatever. Not like the one that's left's going to survive for long.

Anyway, I have no idea what else there is, when you get out of the labyrinth. Given that there is a way out of the labyrinth. You never know with the Hunger Games.

I know we have to get in there tomorrow to hunt down other tributes, but that doesn't mean I like it. I'm really glad there are glow sticks, torches, flashlights and headlamps around here, as well as soft crayons to draw on walls and a really long red rope, so we can at least find our way back again.

I've made a backpack for myself, in case I need to flee or we are driven away from the cornucopia. There's a bottle of water in it, as well as this diary, glow sticks, matches, some dried meat, a knife, socks, a small first aid kit, a couple of spearheads and a blanket. With me, I carry more knifes, two spears and a small leather bag with my district token; a fish grate, with my family's names carved into it. Every time I look at Feli's name, I remember what I'm fighting for; to avenge his death by District One's hands. So far, I've managed to wipe out the girl, but I have absolutely no clue where the boy is. He's probably hiding somewhere in the labyrinth, afraid of me. Well, he's got a reason to. It is a fact however that he is not here, and so I've joined the Careers, though we're only Districts Four and Two now. I'm writing this while I'm sitting on top of the Cornucopia. Raziel, my district partner, is sleeping behind me, next to the small fire we made to keep us warm and see something in the falling darkness. Alec and Mella- District Two's tributes- are gathering the stuff laying around the Cornucopia and bringing it inside of it. They have two glow sticks each, so they can see where they're going. It's quiet, maybe a little bit too quiet. I've seen enough Hunger Games to know something's up…

We've decided to hunt during the day- it's getting too dark to see something without a light, and even with that, you can't even see your own hand when you hold it in front of your face. The fires we lit show us a little bit of the grass, and it's weaving slowly, though there is no wind at all. Weird- but probably another Gamemakers thing. Oh- hang on a moment, Alec's shouting something about a boy. Be right back.

Okay, here I am again. Something really, really weird just happened. Turned out that the District One boy was hiding inside of the Cornucopia, that little rat. Alec found him, and he and Mella chased him away. I was just about to throw a spear through his neck, when the grass came to life. I'm not kidding you, it really just came to life. No other way of describing it! Anyway, Alec and Mella managed to get him to where I had a perfect shot, even in the dark- we found some sunglasses that make you see better- but then the grass tackled him, and covered him completely. It morphed around him, and when it got back, a canon went off. The sky lit up for a second, as if there was a short thunderstorm lacking the thunder, and in the flash of light, I saw that there was nothing left of the boy. Nothing but his milky white bones.

Alec and Mella were lucky to get back, though they both missed a boot, a piece of their pants, and some flesh. Alec also missed a toe. I woke Raziel up, and we managed to stop the bleeding and cover their wounds. You could see the bones, quite disgusting, but I can handle it. I've seen shark bites, they're much worse. One thing's for sure though; we're not hunting by night.

- Annie, District Four

Deaths today: Boy and Girl district One, girl district Three, boy and girl district Five, boy district Seven, girl and boy district Nine, boy district Ten, boy and girl district Eleven, girl district Twelve. Total: Twelve.