Dear Diary,
I am Primrose Everdeen, I am 9 years old and today we are very hungry. My mom traded some medicines to get me this diary for my birthday, years ago, but I only decided to use it today. I feel terrible, because if we get sick, and need that medicine then we won't have any.
Mommy is lying in bed. She hasn't gotten up since daddy died, 3 months ago. Katniss goes in and feeds her, but we don't even know if she eats.
Katniss is gone somewhere. She said she might come back with food. I think she is gone hunting. If she brings back a squirrel, then maybe mommy will get up, she can make a soup or a stew and then we can be a big happy family again.
How can we be a big happy family if daddy isn't here.
Katniss came back, except she didn't have squirrel. She had badly burnt bread, which is the largest meal we've had in days.
Katniss sat down and told me what had happened, and why she had the bread.
Lately it has rained terribly, and there was nothing out for Katniss to hunt. She came out of the forest near the bakery and she sat down by a tree, crying. She doesn't cry very much.
She heard a noise and looked up, with her bow ready, and standing there was the baker's son. He was throwing out burnt bread to the pigs. Peeta, I think his name is. Katniss says she sees him in school sometimes. He saw how sad, thin and hungry she was and threw her some bread. His rather mean mother saw him, and slapped him for wasting the bread on the very poor people. They are poor too, but not as poor as we are, because they have someone to take care of them, and they have a business.
We just ate the bread, with some butter from my goat. Katniss gave me more than I needed, even though I insisted not. She said it was because I was growing and I needed healthy food. She should have had more, because she is still growing too. She is only thirteen.
Katniss just said she needed help with something so I have to go.
-Primrose Everdeen
