#celn

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I'm about to die. Just like the girl I killed. Only a day earlier. It seems like months since I've seen my family. Weeks since training and the chariots. And years since normal life. But now, that life, was the only life I had and ever will have. Because my life is at the mercy of a killer. A career. A bred fighter. I can feel the sting, as his knife enters my body. I can just barely hear my cannon. And suddenly, I know how she felt. Suddenly I want to take back what I did to her. And all of a sudden it's too late. 

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"Marie! Get in here, she's still alive!" Grace called into the other room, as her eyes are glued to the TV, crying. Marie runs in and immediately spots her broken rib and cries. In the other room she can hear Garrett calling for Marie to come and bring him water. Marie quickly jumps up from the couch, to grab his water , but when Marie approachs Garrett, Garrett's dead. Marie screams and cries, and she can't bring herself to look at the screen, at her daughter who is trapped, close to dying, and she doesn't even know about her brother. Dead. 

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I start to slow down because I am starting to get tired, and that's when I notice a girl. She looks very weak and vulnerable so I creep up on her. And that's when she turns. She spots me. I immediately mangle her into the position of almost instant death. That's when she punches me in my ribs, probably permanently damaging them. The cannon goes off and I start to cry. What have I turned into? I run off, wondering if her parents will ever forgive me. I need to get out of this nicey nice mindset if I want to win. Strategy. Survival. Killing. No forgiveness. Just death. 

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I grab the bag and a loaf of bread and run. The only thing I need to do is survive. The bag slips from my hands as I'm running and I notice someone coming towards me. I turn around and grab the bag and continue on my journey to the fort I can see in the distance. As I'm running I start to feel a stinging sensation in my body, I can't slow down though, so I keep running. I can feel my teardrop necklace pounding against my chest as I continue on my journey. The journey to see my mother again.

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Arena

As I stand on the spot, not daring to move, for many have explained you will be killed on the spot if you even try. I look around, noticing who will be competition just by their stance and attitude. I notice that the Cornucopia has 24 packages of various sizes to chase for, I notice a larger one that is near me, and decide to run for that one. A box of food, a belt of knives, and a loaf of bread are scattered near the bag. I spot many tributes eyeing the same loot as me, so I make it a plan to grab the bag and food, as survival is necessary, and try to grab the knives if not already spotted by another knife-throwing tribute. As the gong dings, I worry for my survival, as the Gamemakers decide all.

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Stylists and the Chariots

As I get off the train, (an unmentionable experience at that..) I am immediately whisked into the styling center. My stylist (Lee) and his prep team (Judy and Joanne) decide to keep it natural. Very simple makeup with a grain themed dress, golden and shimmering, nothing like the grain back in District 11. But, whatever. At this point all I can think about is my mom. The cabin. What happened there? She never came to say goodbye in the Justice Building... And Jason? what will I do to him? I never knew him very well, but I may have seen him working in the fields. I'm ok with the fact I may kill him, but still. I don't think I thought this through when I decided not to make allies with anyone... I will win. I just have to.

 On the chariots, Jason and I don't talk much. There isn't much to say when your only goals are to kill each other. I just keep thinking about the knife. I need the knife at the Cornucopia, that's all I need. If I can even come close to one, I might win. I  face the crowd and smile, only for the sponsors. Any other day I would kill everyone in that crowd. Acting like sticking teenagers in an Arena and telling them to kill each other. But today wasn't just any other day. I'll find a way to show them. I'm more than just a game piece in their Monopoly game.

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Task Two: the Train

As I step onto the train, I immediately hide from Jason. I don't want to appear desperate because I know he will get allies quickly and I won't be able to gain as many 'friends' as he will. I find my room and try to recap my day and strategize because I know I will need as much work as possible. I can't think of anything except the faces on my fellow tributes. I can only think of the fact that we will all be plotting to kill each other at some point. Violette walks in and try to comfort me, but I end up screaming at her. As soon as she leaves I feel bad. I don't want to have to hurt anyone, so I might have just made things worse. You live and you learn I guess. Even though I may not live much longer.

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Celn: The Reaping

My reaping started with my mother crying and running into the cabin. I havent seen her since.... It wasnt that bad.. i mean im on tesserae.