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The Nightlock Decision

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  Almost there! We won in the games. However, they changed the rules again. The Capitol won’t allow two winners after all. I knew this was coming. This was never meant to end well. The fair is on every part of my body, mind, and spirit. We have to do at last move, bluffing about our death? Katniss looks at me, and I know she won’t kill me. I won’t kill her either. I would rather die than be the reason she doesn’t make it home. But she does something brilliant. She pulls out the nightlock poison berries, and suddenly, we are in control. If they won’t let us both live, they will have no victor. The Capitol won’t stand for that. I see the panic in their eyes as the announcer rings through the arena. We won. We survived. But something tells me we didn’t win. The Capitol won’t forget this. And now, Katniss and I are more than survivors; we are rebels without meaning to be. What happens now?  
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Deep in the Mud

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OK!  I had little time to write because I was in the arena; everything happened so fast.  Day 1, the runner for my life, the allies I had to do to ensure my survival and keep Katniss safe.  Now, I am in the mud, wounded and hopeless, and she has found me! So, while I am too weak to talk. I think about what I  wish to post in my diary, and here it is.  I should be dead. I should have bled out in the stream after Cato cut me down. But Katniss found me. She risked herself to help me. I lay in the mud for days, thinking it was the end. I had accepted it. And then, suddenly, she was there, pressing her fingers to my forehead, her voice pulling me back. She kissed me. Was it real? Or was it just for the cameras? I want to believe it’s real, but I can’t afford to. None of this is real. We are just players in the Capitol’s game. But still… when she looks at me, tends to my wounds, and holds my hand in the cave, I feel like I belong somewhere. I don’t care if I die, but ...
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The Capitol, I need to be STRONG

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The Capitol is everything I hate: excess, cruelty, and people treating our deaths like entertainment. Training was brutal. Watching the TRIBUTES, I already know who has the advantage. And yet, I have to play the part. Haymitch says we need sponsors, and I get it now. This isn’t just about survival; it’s about playing the crowd. And so, I did something crazy. I told the world I love Katniss. It wasn’t a complete lie. Maybe it was selfish, but if we have to die, at least let me be honest about this one thing. Perhaps it will help her. Maybe it will keep us both alive longer. When she confronted me after, I could tell she didn’t understand. She doesn’t feel the same way, not really. But it’s okay. I’ll keep playing my role if it means keeping her safe. Even if she never knows what she truly means to me.  I need to be strong for her and then for me!. (I hate this guy, but at least I think that I handle the audience) 
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Reaping Day

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I never thought my name would actually be called. Every year, I stood in the crowd, hoping it would be someone else, feeling guilty for the relief that followed. But today, my luck ran out. Katniss volunteered for her sister. That was the bravest thing I’ve ever seen. But I can’t shake this feeling of dread. I’ve known Katniss since we were kids. She doesn’t even realize it, but I’ve watched her for years. I remember the day I burned that bread just to have an excuse to give it to her. It was reckless, and my mother punished me for it, but it was worth it just to see her eat. And now we’re being sent to the Games together. I know I have no chance of winning, so I don’t have a chance to LIVE.   But if I could do just one thing, it would be to ensure that Katniss goes home.   Maybe you can’t notice, but I am terrified My picture when they called me!
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