I can’t watch the 74th hunger games, at least not easily. See my best friend (Katniss Everdeen) is competing. Worst of all she’s supposedly “in love” with her tribute partner (Peeta Mellark).
I guess I never really confronted my feelings about her, I guess you could say we would make a cute couple. I think i’m in love with Katniss, but I may never get the chance to tell her.
Watching the games is mandatory (i’m not that happy about it) and now we’re down to the last few. A new rule was announced, which was surprising considering they haven’t changed a rule in years. If he last 2 survivors are from the same district they can win together. I have a feeling it was made for the “star crossed lovers”.
In school we were watching the games as rumors spread around like a wildfire, of coarse they were about Katniss and Peeta. I wasn’t paying much attention to them though.
I was dozing off while watching when something caught my eye. Katniss was kissing Peeta in the cave. At first I didn’t know how i was feeling then I got the word. Jealous. Furious. Just for a moment I wished I was in Peeta‘s shoes.
The night passed quickly, what did she see in him? He doesn’t have good surviving skills, all he does is bake bread, and yet she was still curling up with him in that sleeping bag as they kissed. What if that was me? I should have volunteered for the games to protect her, and yet i didn’t. I wasn’t even sure she’d make it out alive. What was I thinking? I can never undo my actions, and that itself is the worst punishment of all. She needs to make it out alive, no she WILL make it out alive, and when she comes back i’ll tell her how i feel. I HAVE to.
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