Peeta Mellark Blog

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) 

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!