AN: This is how the story structure is. I write the journal entry for one chapter, then the next chapter is the day in Coodee's POV (see profile below).

Full Summary:

"WELCOME TO THIS YEAR'S HUNGER GAMES AND MAY THE ODDS BE EVER IN YOUR FAVOUR!

This year, to keep the tributes aware and for each District to have a record, each tribute will carry a journal and will be required to write in it every day. If not, then they die." The TV blares.

I don't want to be a puppet. Isn't that what we are now? Puppets for the Capitol to play with? I will write in this journal, but it won't be what the Capitol expects.

Warnings: Peeta/OC, OOCness, that's about it.

Disclaimer: Don't own it, except the OC's and the plot. Everything else is Collin's.


Puppets

AlexisHuang101

Day 1 – Journal Entry.


Name: Coodee Ashby

Age: 16

Height: 5'8"

Eyes: Grey

Hair: Blonde

District: 12

Family: Unknown

Sponsor's: 450

Stylist: Cinna Talon

Mentor: Haymitch Abernathy

Escort: Effie Trinket

Other District Tribute: Peeta Mellark

Alliance: No

Weapon: Close combat, throwing and close combat knives, bow and arrow, natural forces, axe throwing

Days in Arena: 0


Day 1 – 22 Alive, 2 Dead

Living at the Seam was hard. Every day, I contemplated suicide, I mean; it isn't like I was going to survive till the next Hunger Games anyway. Hanging is simple, easy and the supplies; easily accessible. Drowning is the next possibility on my list, peaceful; and I would be clean for my funeral. But, there is no major water supply, and living just on the outskirts of District 12's Seam meant that I had no bath. Peeta was the only reason I didn't kill myself. Until I found out he liked Katniss, so I figured 'The Hunger Games', best way to die, right? But not now, I want Peeta to kill me, right at the very end.

Darkness is falling, the limited light the forest has is lowering. I need rest for the 'morrow.