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Chapter 20 ~ Too Sad

My stomach growls louder than before. I really need to eat. I only have a little water left, but I'm not thirsty, only hungry. I eat the rest of my meat, the loaves of bread and the last cookie. I only have an apple left. I keep it in the bottom of my bag so it doesn't start to get...disgusting.

I think about what happened yesterday and how I handled it. Laughing at Noah after he died. He wasn't going to last, I knew that. I actually thought I wasn't going to last until now but I did. And I haven't killed anyone.

I wonder what is happening back in district 5. Are they watching me? Or do they just not care. I think they are watching. Our family, or me, Finn and Fawn would always watch the games from inside of the house. People could choose to watch in in the square, or inside the house. Most people watch it from inside of their houses, because my district produces power.

I hear a cannon go off. I sigh. Wow, another tribute dead. I'm getting closer to the crown everyday. I wonder who that could've been. A few minutes pass and another cannon goes off. Well then. I bet the Capitol people are getting antsy, wanting to know what will happen in the future. Who will win? What will happen? So many questions nobody can answer.

The wind blows around me. I sit there, not doing anything, but think. Thinking about things I cannot see because I am in this dang arena. I see some large rocks and I have an idea that could pass time. It's a childish idea, but I enjoyed doing this with Fawn. I grab a stick and I start to draw on the rocks. Little sketches, nothing too detailed. Me and Fawn loved to do this. We would always go on rocks by the river, and find large rocks. We would let our imaginations run wild. Those were the good days. But now, I am in the 74th Hunger Games. I'm not free, I'm stuck. 74 years since District 13 got bombed. The Dark Days. But to some people, we are still in the Dark Days. We all live in poverty, we are penurious. Not all the districts are poor, or at least we aren't that poor. Pretty much only districts 10, 11, and 12 are really poor. The good thing about us is that we actually have power, so we can watch television.

I am super tired today, I am not sure why. Maybe I should go to bed early. I feel sad today again. I want to cry. I cry about a lot of things. My mother died. I miss Fawn and Finn. Our country having to obey President Snow all the time. Districts being poor. Losing one of my best friends, Dean. Seeing all these tributes die in this arena. Thinking about what the future holds.

I wait around, just to see who died today. Marvel, the boy from District 1, and Rue. Poor thing. She was too little. If anything, I wanted her to win. Why is today a sad day?

Everyday seems like a sad day.