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://Sadie Rior Journal Log//: Sept 27, 2017 12:06:24 GMT -5

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Post by kap on Sept 27, 2017 12:06:24 GMT -5

(See logs one through five here)

://Journal Log Six
Pre-Reaping//:

The Games aren't frightening to me. It's the reaping that scares me. I'm not afraid to be ripped away from my current life and fight in a death match. What shakes me is the idea of how my loved ones will react to my name being called out and having to say goodbye to me for what could be forever. I fear that Carter will break down, should he lose his younger sister. I don't think he could handle that, to be completely honest. Then again, Carter has always been a bit of an emotional wimp.

Another reason that the reaping scares me is because it means that I could potentially be losing my loved ones. I'd rather be the one to die than to allow it to be them. I'd volunteer for any of them in a heartbeat, but I know I can't protect the boys. I can't volunteer in place of Carter. I can't volunteer for Percy, or for any of the other boys. That's the one thing that scares me, and there's really not much that scares me in life.

As the reaping inches closer, my heartbeat increases. Will one of us be up on the stage by the end of all this, or will we be returned home safely? Logic tells me one of us is bound to be selected. There are so many of us, it's a shock none have gone into the Games before. Though, hope begs that none of my siblings go in. Hope also begs that I am chosen, as a chance to show my skills. The only problem is... what if I die?

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://Sadie Rior Journal Log//: Oct 25, 2017 11:30:36 GMT -5

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Post by kap on Oct 25, 2017 11:30:36 GMT -5

://Journal Log Seven
The Reaping//:

I wasn't chosen this year. Although, to be entirely honest, I don't know if that makes me happy or disappointed. I've always wanted the chance to show what I can do. I've learned so much in the training center that our family owns, but Chiron insists that I'm not ready at my age. I wish I could get myself to argue with him in order to prove my strength, but I know I'll be punished if I disrespect him. Of course, Chiron and my mother never deliver punishments that are all too harsh, but I'm still sure that I shouldn't argue with them. I also know that they wouldn't be happy if I volunteered, which is why I didn't allow myself to this year.

Perhaps when I'm older, I'll volunteer for my spot in the Hunger Games. Even if it's not until I'm eighteen years old, I'm determined to prove myself as a tribute representing District One, and more importantly, representing my mother, brother, and adoptive family members. I'd fight the other tributes to show that I mean business, and I wouldn't back down. Even if I didn't end up making it home, I'm sure that I would bring attention to how tough our family is, and people wouldn't disrespect us anymore. Often, other will make fun of us for being a bunch of misfits. I tend to argue back in response, even if it gets me in trouble, as I defend my family as much as I can.

The tributes from our District this year look tough. I wonder if either of them will make it back alive. No one can be sure until the final tribute is killed, though. I wonder if I'll be a killer someday. I don't want to kill anyone unless I have to, but I do want to fight, and if killing means I'll make it home as a victor with glory, then I'll do it. I'm sure everyone would be proud of me. I'd be a hero.