Yeah it's kind of short (like me!) but I'm trying to match it with the chapters in the Hunger Games. But chapter two in the book mostly talks about how Katniss knows Peeta soooooo I couldn't exactly do the same with Rue since she didn't know Peeta. Yuppers...

Okay I have been really busy with basketball. I'm on two different teams. I've been trying to write as fast as I can. Just for whoever is bored enough to read this. So here you go.

Comment of the Day- A book we're reading for school said a guy smoked cannibis. My friend Ellen read it and shouted "He smokes cannibals!" Me and Tiger laughed so hard. She had no idea what was going on.

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Living in my district has always made me feel incredibly small, only of slight importance. Walking through the crowd made me shrink down even tinier. All eyes were trained on me. No one really knew me; those who did only knew I tended to be quiet. But they all recognized me. I was the one who sang from the trees. Most were wondering who would take m place; not whether or not I would live. They had already ruled out the chance of my survival. And the sad part was I agreed with them, unfortunately.

I shied away from the onlookers even though they had already created a pathway for me, moving this way and that to allow me through. I felt faint, like at any given moment I would fall, unconscious. I was panicking on the inside, but tried to hide it with a façade that I knew must not be very convincing since I felt sick to my stomach on the inside.

There was the general murmuring of abhor. Twelve-year-olds were still just children after all. It was not right. They were too young and innocent, ignorant of the world around them even though I knew we were not but I didn't argue with this in hopes of avoiding the games. Children shouldn't be involved in the games. Actually, no one should be. The Capitol was cruel and…

I stopped my thoughts once I realized what I was thinking. You could never be sure your thoughts were personal when the Capitol was around. They might have had invented a device that could reveal thoughts. If they had, I could have been thrown in jail or publicly whipped for what I opinionated about the Capitol. Possibly even killed depending on if the peacemakers wanted blood that day. They would never let an adolescent off any easier than an adult.

I reached the elevated stage and climbed the stairs; not bothering to skip every other step like I normally would have given the circumstances had been different. Silent as a ghost, I took my place to Harkens's left like seventy-three girls had done before. As silent as a ghost just like the seventy-two girls before me are now, not including our only female victor. As silent as a ghost that I would be soon.

"Congratulations," Harkens smiled at me. It didn't seem genuine though; it was more of a forced smile that didn't reach his eyes. Harkens seemed sad almost. I didn't comprehend why he would appear this way. Wasn't this what he lived for? Didn't he live; didn't he die; and didn't he breathe for the fantasy of a perfect world the games gave to the Capitol? I turned the thought over and over in my head, letting it distract me from my imminent death. I found no answer and was forced to face my impending death.

"Next: our boy tribute," he said and hurried to the glass bin containing the boys' names. He reached in, stirring the slips with his arm. Finally, he drew out a name and unfolded the slip of paper, slowly. The sound of it rustling echoed throughout District 11 because of the microphone. Everyone held their breath, not moving; the same way they acted with the girls' tribute drawing.

Harkens read out the name, revealing the tribute to be Thresh. Thresh was a rather large man, about eighteen years of age. I had only a vague sense of him; all I knew was that he was the best worker in the fields. He would load and carry the heavy baskets of fruit I had helped picked to the loading docks several miles away. When the top of the trees ran out of fruit, I would sometimes help him fill the baskets as part of my work. He was very quiet and not the brightest man, but he relied on instinct which had saved me from being bitten by a venomous snake a few years back. I guess he had saved my life. If Thresh hadn't reacted fast and killed it; I would have died a slow and excruciatingly painful death from the venom. Thresh was like a guardian angel. He watched out for me and didn't want me to be overworked or exhausted. I wasn't sure why he did this for someone who was just a nameless little girl to him.

I saw a head push their way through the throng of people and onto the stage. Thresh obediently took his spot to the right of Harkens's. He stared straight ahead, unblinking with absolutely no emotion. Seeing Thresh, knowing all this was real, unleashed the tears I had been holding back. They leaked out of my eyes and trailed down my cheeks, leaving my face damp.

"Any volunteers?" Harkens called out and the response was silence, the one that filled every crack of every building and between the leaves of all the trees. One that no matter how hard you tried, you could not escape it because it dominated everywhere, following you. It was one that said your death is forthcoming and no one will save you. Who would dare trade their life for my fate? Who dares? The asking was interchangeable with 'who wants to die?'

Everyone wants to change the world. But no one wants to die.

At least Thresh would have a chance at winning the games. He was big and strong and had just as good of chance as any career did. Personally, I didn't think I stood any probability surviving being as small and young as I was, but I wasn't planning on being defeated easily. I would go down fighting.

The mayor then read the Treaty of Treason like every year and once again I ignored him. I watched everyone in the crowd, memorizing every face since this would be my last time seeing any of them. I had already accepted my death. I wasn't going to pretend that I would survive when I knew by now that I wasn't going to. I was planning to take these memories to the grave with me. But if I'm going to the grave then I was going to be sure as Hell that I was the one who was digging it. I was positive I was going to stir up some trouble.

The mayor motioned for me to shake Thresh's hand and I did, noticing how small mine was in comparison. And he's not even a career. What would happen if I came up against one? They could crush me with one hand.

I didn't stand a chance.


It's so hard to keep typing when I'm watching Pysch. I love that show. It's hilarious!

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