Hunger Games Diary Entry Essay
I can’t sleep. I’ve got to be up in an hour anyway to start work downstairs in the bakery mixing and kneading the dough for the bread before baking it. I could have tried to lie in bed for another hour but my head is swimming with thoughts and I think the only way to make sense of them is to just write them down.
Yesterday was an exceptionally terrible day. Reaping days are always terrible; it is the one day of the year that makes you live the other 364 in absolute dread. Every year it’s like a time bomb ticking away, another two children from our district senselessly sent off to battle to their deaths. It’s so unfair. What chance do they stand? I tell myself every year that this year …show more content…
As Peeta was taken into the Justice Building, we went to see him. As long as I live I will never forget that moment. How do you prepare for what might be the last