"Peeta Mellark!"
What?! How?! My name was only in there once!!! I'm gonna die, and even worse, I'm gonna die in a fight with my true love! As I walk up to the stage, I look at my mga kaibigan as I pass. I can tell what that look on there faces mean. "Tough luck, bud."
I remember my family. My brothers. My dad. My mom. And Katniss.
Effie is saying something. I'm not listening. Then I hear Effie say something about shaking hands. I turn to Katniss, and as our hands touch, all I can think is "this is the closest im ever gonna get to romance with you."
Everything is a whirlwind after that, my families tears, the rest of the reaping, the Capitol people crowded at the train... None of it registered in my brain. All I could think of was my salty tears.
THE TRIBUTE PARADE:
Hair sticky from the gel, uncomfortable to tight suit... That was gonna be on fire. Why does the Capitol like this stuff?
Katniss looks stunning in her fiery costume.
As terrified as I am, I realize I kinda like the attention... All the people from the capitol, heck, all of Panem, watching us, loving us.
Well, they don't pag-ibig us enough, since they're sending us to our doom...
But maybe Katniss likes it too becuse she is blowing kisses to the crowd. I must protect her. She has to make it out of these games.
HAYMITCHES COACHING.
Haymitch sat, watching me. Like how long I could hold his gaze without flinching would decide my strategy for my interview.
Finally, he says something
"huh. Well, you seem nice enough. If you just play your humor and bravery up, you'll do fine."
"really? That's all I need? Seems a little bland, doesn't it? Just another two district twelve kids that are 'nice enough.'" I relply.
"Whos the mentor here?" He says gruffly. "Besides, I don't think she can be 'nice enough.' Nice enough is the most we can hope for. It's all we can do to stop Katniss-"
I flinched at her name. I couldnt help it.
Haymitch seemed to notice.
"What?"
"Nothing." I respond. But it's not nothing. He can tell. I'm blushing. He inspects me for a moment.
"Tell the audience you're in pag-ibig with Katniss."
THE NIGHT AFTER THE INTERVIEW.
wow. Katniss did NOT take that well. Me and Haymitch had decided that if Katniss decided that she wouldn't take part in the plan, I would get even madami tagatangkilik becuse the Capitol would feel sorry for me.
But still, I wish she decided to go along with the plan. Even if it was fake, I would still get some love, right?
THE GAMES.
AFTER THE GAMES.
So me and Katniss, we won the Hunger Games. But then I got the biggest burn of my life. Katniss doesn't pag-ibig me. Haymitch lied. He sinabi if she went along with the plan, it was just that she didn't like me, and if she DID go along with it, she did. Ok, I know I sinabi I'd rather fake then nothing, but....
They were operating without me. I guess it was my fault to. Now I know how Katniss felt that night of the interview, how she was mad I told the audience I loved her without her permission.
I thought those kisses meant something though.
Guess I was wrong.
END OF DIARY 1
What?! How?! My name was only in there once!!! I'm gonna die, and even worse, I'm gonna die in a fight with my true love! As I walk up to the stage, I look at my mga kaibigan as I pass. I can tell what that look on there faces mean. "Tough luck, bud."
I remember my family. My brothers. My dad. My mom. And Katniss.
Effie is saying something. I'm not listening. Then I hear Effie say something about shaking hands. I turn to Katniss, and as our hands touch, all I can think is "this is the closest im ever gonna get to romance with you."
Everything is a whirlwind after that, my families tears, the rest of the reaping, the Capitol people crowded at the train... None of it registered in my brain. All I could think of was my salty tears.
THE TRIBUTE PARADE:
Hair sticky from the gel, uncomfortable to tight suit... That was gonna be on fire. Why does the Capitol like this stuff?
Katniss looks stunning in her fiery costume.
As terrified as I am, I realize I kinda like the attention... All the people from the capitol, heck, all of Panem, watching us, loving us.
Well, they don't pag-ibig us enough, since they're sending us to our doom...
But maybe Katniss likes it too becuse she is blowing kisses to the crowd. I must protect her. She has to make it out of these games.
HAYMITCHES COACHING.
Haymitch sat, watching me. Like how long I could hold his gaze without flinching would decide my strategy for my interview.
Finally, he says something
"huh. Well, you seem nice enough. If you just play your humor and bravery up, you'll do fine."
"really? That's all I need? Seems a little bland, doesn't it? Just another two district twelve kids that are 'nice enough.'" I relply.
"Whos the mentor here?" He says gruffly. "Besides, I don't think she can be 'nice enough.' Nice enough is the most we can hope for. It's all we can do to stop Katniss-"
I flinched at her name. I couldnt help it.
Haymitch seemed to notice.
"What?"
"Nothing." I respond. But it's not nothing. He can tell. I'm blushing. He inspects me for a moment.
"Tell the audience you're in pag-ibig with Katniss."
THE NIGHT AFTER THE INTERVIEW.
wow. Katniss did NOT take that well. Me and Haymitch had decided that if Katniss decided that she wouldn't take part in the plan, I would get even madami tagatangkilik becuse the Capitol would feel sorry for me.
But still, I wish she decided to go along with the plan. Even if it was fake, I would still get some love, right?
THE GAMES.
AFTER THE GAMES.
So me and Katniss, we won the Hunger Games. But then I got the biggest burn of my life. Katniss doesn't pag-ibig me. Haymitch lied. He sinabi if she went along with the plan, it was just that she didn't like me, and if she DID go along with it, she did. Ok, I know I sinabi I'd rather fake then nothing, but....
They were operating without me. I guess it was my fault to. Now I know how Katniss felt that night of the interview, how she was mad I told the audience I loved her without her permission.
I thought those kisses meant something though.
Guess I was wrong.
END OF DIARY 1
