A/N: Hello everyone! So things are getting worse in District 4 for our friends… Please send me any ideas you may have, as I need help descending this fully into chaos. Some writers do it brilliantly. I am not one of them.
Thursday, 16th January
Today, I:
7:00: Woke up to the autotuned racket that is Capitol FM.
7:05: Screamed at IALB for reconfiguring my alarm clock to Capitol FM.
7:15: Got dressed.
7:30: Ate breakfast, which unfortunately involved the rest of the family due to my ill-planned assault on IALB.
7:40-8:00: Walked to school.
8:00-1:00: Morning lessons. Oh joy of joys. Although, that day in the hospital has made me grateful for the lack of guns and pepper spray at school (that may be about to change. More on the subject later.)
1:00-2:00: Lunch. Made the mistake of letting Max sit with my social group (he is now a celebrity after The Pepper Spray Incident).
2:00: History of Panem. Had a quick snooze in preparation for gym. I probably should pay attention, but I'm a medic, not a strategist. The rebellion won't flop because I sleep through HoP.
3:10: Woke up, composed myself and got ready to get out the door before Mr O'Shea noticed that I hadn't made any sarcastic comments that lesson.
3:20: Left school, grabbed some seaweed and a protein bar and set off for gym.
3:30-5:30: Gym.
5:40: Read letter from Anton.
6:00: Dinner. Neither parent present because of rebellion duties, so I had to heat up some food for IALB and I.
6:38: Now. Writing diary…
I cannot believe they made us come back to school so soon after last Tuesday's events. Well, school sucks anyway, but it sucked especially badly today. Gossip about what would happen to District 4 buzzed from the moment the participants of the protest walked in, and then there was The Announcement. It turns out that we're getting a new curriculum that's even more Capitol-tastic than the existing one, and peacekeepers are being employed to ensure all schoolyard conversation is 'patriotic'. This is quite ridiculous.
In celebration of the new curriculum, Bianca and I decided to measure our lessons in CCPH (Capitol compliments per hour). This morning's average was 15 CCPH. When I woke up at the end of HoP, Bianca said that she had recorded a record 48 CCPH. I didn't believe her, so I asked Max. He, for once, had not slept because of the amount of notes passed to him about his time in hospital. He said that Bianca was probably right. It's astounding. O'Shea is a Capitol lover, but one Capitol compliment every 1.25 minutes is a bit much.
Speaking of Max, as mentioned earlier, he is now the closest thing to a famous person Northern 4 High School has ever gotten (he was on rebel news) and now his band of followers is even bigger than it was originally. At lunch time, he came, followers in tow, and sat at my usual table. It was bizarre. He then gave me this strange heartfelt thank you speech for what I did for him in hospital. The Great Max Odair does not thank sincerely! Too many strange things are happening to me. I think I might take some fever drugs and a thermometer to his house next time I have to go there. Life at the moment cannot get much weirder.
It seems it is the same for Anton. I got his letter from District 2. It seems the homophobic bullies that are usually busy making his life a misery have all signed up to be peacekeepers. He says he hardly knows what to do with his life now that he doesn't have to avoid bullies any more. Of course, there must be some kind of problem for my poor friend, and the newest one is that everyone wants him to be a Peacekeeper. I hope my letter convincing him not to gets there in time. Anton is great, but he'd be a terrible Peacekeeper.
At gym today, Emma and Charlie said that the Under 17 Gymnastics National Championships had been moved to District 2, to avoid terrorism attempts in the Capitol. Apparently they're paranoid about it because terrorists from 5 tried to blow up a train full of Capitol passengers. The whole reason the competition can go on at all is because President Stone's daughter does gymnastics so we get a special pass. District 3 has been pulled out of the competition because of violence there. It's odd, being so sheltered when some districts are in all-out war. I hope it doesn't end that way for us. It's really stressful for Bianca and her mum because their whole family are in 11 and because of the transport lockdown, there is no way to get to them.
There was also a big influx of refugees from the outer districts before the lockdown, so some people are thankful for it. Dad's hired a few of them down at The Fat Gull and Mum is recruiting some to do a jewellery collection at her shop from all of the districts, but there just aren't enough jobs to go around. Also, we are basically living on fish and vegetables at the moment because stuff isn't coming in from 11. We only have vegetables because of the huge communal vegetable garden that got set up to help rehabilitate patients at the hospital. People are extending it now, because things are only going to get worse. Bianca is trying to plant some vegetables in the apothecary garden, but she is not a very good gardener. I really don't think people considered the reality of this, but Anton's news of the oppression in District 2 and tales from the sailors in The Fat Gull makes me believe that maybe we are doing the right thing in this. It's going to be one hell of a ride.
