Waking up in the morning my least favorite part of the day. Forced up, shaken awake by Kekae. I sit up-right with a bolt.

"They've got to get you ready for the arena."

My prep team flocks me doing my make-up and such. Kekae leaves, I wish she didn't.

They lay out the tribute uniform. A black tank-top, long red pants that have a black stripes going up it in a zigzag formation, black lace up combat boots, and an ultra-thin black jacket with red zigzags. I try to think of what place would require clothes like these, although the tank-top and thin jacket suggest some place warm.

I walk to the hover craft with Kekae. Once were on it a lady comes over with a bid ass syringe and jabs it into my arm.

"Tracker." She says.

I look down at the place where she inserted the tracker and poke at it gently with my finger. It feels like a grain of rice.

The windows go black, we're almost there. Kekae tells me last minute things.

"Ok, remember what I said, don't go to the cornucopia, avoid fights at all costs, find water, and find shelter. And most importantly….Don't let them break you Eagle."

But how did she know? Coraree must have told her. The fact that she said this completely overpowers me and I'm lost for a second. I remember what it means. Eagles are proud, powerful, brave, and strong. An Eagle is said to fly the highest when it's injured and it is because of that strength that they are considered one of the greatest creatures. They cannot be broken. They stand for spirit and so do I.

I'm escorted to an underground tube. As I step inside my body is screaming with adrenaline. Never have I been so nervous in my life. The tube rises up as I try to pull myself together. This is is.

I'm raised up to the arena. I look around. It's hot. Very hot. Arid and dry. I see cacti, mesquite trees, and rocky sand. A desert. The arena is a flat run of open desert. In the further distance I see mountains and cannons.

This is my element. I thrive in hot lands. I couldn't of been luckier.

The countdown starts. I close my eyes for a second and take some deep breathes. The warm desert air soothes my lungs. I breathe out one more time and open my eyes.

38, 37, 36, 35….

I take a runner's stance aimed at the cornucopia but panic strikes me as I soon realize there's not a single spear to be found. I check again it's still not there.

15, 14, 13, 12….

The clock makes its way closer to the start. I have to change my plan. Close to me is a small pack with one strap. Surely I'll need something.

5, 4, 3, 2, 1

I make a mad dash at the pack. I grab it as the girl from 7 barrels into me. She reaches for the pack. I grab her extended arm with my right hand and grab her around the back of her neck with my other. I pull her down quickly and knee her in the face. She spits out bloody teeth and I push her to the ground. She moans slightly but I don't take much notice as I grab the pack and take off running in the opposite direction of the cornucopia as fast as a horse. My destination the mountains.

I run non-stop breathing heavily. I've been running top speed like this for a good 20 minutes and have to stop. I lean against a bristle tree catching my breathe. The heat is starting to get to me so I take off the jacket and shove it in my pack before continuing on at a slower pace. I travel for 2 hours until the open desert has turned into a valley. I look up at the mountains and start hiking. I'm fairly sure-footed on the rocky terrain but I slip a couple times and get nasty scraps. It doesn't take me long till I'm near the top and I decide to look for shelter. There are a lot of crevices in the mountain and it doesn't take me long before I come across a big cave. Facing away from the cornucopia. I can see the back of it. It doesn't go deep, only about 7 feet from the edge. It's only about 5 feet wide surrounded by boulders and rocks varying in size. I sit on the floor and investigate the contense of the pack.

Boom, boom, boom! Cannons fire for the fallen tributes. I count 9. That leaves a lot left.

I continue through the pack. A blanket, a piece of bread, and a knife! In pretty decent shape, a long wooden handle and an even longer sharp blade.

I spread the blanket on the ground and move more rocks around it for extra conciliation. With the pack and knife in hand I leave.

The sun is still out and although it's still pretty hot it's starting to cool down for the night.

I try to think of where else water could be besides that lake behind the cornucopia which was all the way on the opposite side of the arena and probably under heavy guard by Trench and his band of coyotes or as more well-known careers. Plants! If plants are growing here they must have some source of water. I rush to a nearby cactus and start digging. After about 5 minutes of continues digging my hands are soaked by the source of the plant's hydration. I drink handful after handful of the warm dusty water till my thirst is quenched. I take one last handful and splash my face with it. Refreshing.

Now that I'm no longer dehydrated I start to think about food. Not much in the way of edible plants so surly there must be meat. But I haven't seen much in the way of live animals here. Maybe that was because I was thinking to big. I pay more attention to the rocks and bushes now and after a hour or so I'm able to catch a lizard. Killing it with my knife I bring it closer to my face. I search it for the toxic orange and black markings of a gila monster, which in term of my consumption would cause yet another boom of the cannon; all I see though are a dull mixture of green and grey colors. Safe enough to eat.

I collect an assortment of bushes and leaves before making my way back to the cave. Once in the cave I lay the bushes and leaves down in a big pile and put the blanket over top.

With 2 rocks I light a fire in the back of the cave. As soon as it's lit I blow it out leaving the hot glowing embers. Since it's dusk the remnants of smoke will just fade into the already blackening desert sky. It's a tactic I've heard used before called fading.

From the pack I retrieve a flat stone and place it on the glowing embers then place the lizard on top of it. Although the fire may not be as hot as it was in its full glory the embers are still plenty hot enough to cook the lizard. When it's done cooking I take a bit. The taste is horrible but bearable and food is food.

After putting out the embers completely I crash on my make-shift bed. It's actually pretty nice. From here I can see out far through the valley, not to mention it's high off the ground, and fairly cozy. Kinda like a giant Eagle's nest. Haha, funny right but I'll definitely get some sleep tonight.

I lay down using my pack as a pillow and my jacket as a blanket. Just as my eyes are about to shut the Capitol anthem starts playing at full blast. Can't get a brake can I? Then they start flashing picture in the sky of the fallen.

The boy from 3, the girl from 3, the girl from 8, Dan, the boy from 11, the girl from 11, the boy from 12, the girl from 7,and the girl from 5 all die at the cornucopia.

The girl from 8 whose scarves will be given to her sister along with her dead body. Dan, however annoying he might be, was still just a 13 year old boy from home. For me I have survived the day but for 9 they weren't as lucky.

As for Brook she's alive somewhere probably thinking the same horrible thoughts that I am. This makes me some-what happy, she decided to fight after all.