2 days before the start of the 63rd Hunger Games begins.

We’ve been told to document and write whatever comes to mind before we enter the games so here we are.

The last couple of days has been an absolute whirlwind since I was chosen as the female tribute for district 10.

Like most normal people I hoped I would never be unlucky enough to be chosen but here I am. A normal, 15 year old farm girl. Growing up we’re introduced to the Hunger Games from an early age to sort of prepare us should we get chosen. In district 10 we’re mainly farmers not fighters so they usually prepare us for the worst. It might sound morbid to an outsider of our district but it’s the truth. We’re taught to always try our best to bring honour to our district but to ultimately prepare to die.

It was hard saying goodbye to my siblings and my parents but I know they’ll be fine without me. Since saying goodbye the journey from district 10 to the capitol was surreal. Stepping onto the train, travelling through the different districts and meeting my coaches was overwhelming and then arriving at the capitol itself was like stepping into another world. Setting foot onto the platform and crowds of people with strange exotic, weirdly designed clothes with elaborate hairstyles cheering and jeering us in droves. I can’t explain how odd it was. Then after that we’ve been training daily, preparing. During this time we’ve been able to size each other up and as you can guess the career pack from district 1 and 2 are looking fierce along with some dark horses from 3, 4 and 7, but hey that’s just my opinion. We’ll see tomorrow for sure when we go through the official scoring rounds.

Another thing our trainers officially told us today was that we’re allowed to bring one non-lethal item into the games with us. I’m not going to lie I have been waiting for them to tell us this as I was already prepared - they usually allow competitors this during the games so I was hoping this games wasn’t going to be the exception. I bought with me Mr. Binks. He’s my Teddy that I’ve spent everyday of my life with. He’s a little battered and tattered toy made out of an old burlap bag, shaped into a bear and stuffed with straw. His features have been woven in with brown twine and he’s missing an ear. I didn’t even hesitate on bringing him with me, he is my comfort, my home and will be with me until the end. Might be a strange item to take in but if these are my last days then he’s coming with me.

I’ve just had a knock on the door requesting lights out so I guess I better wrap it up and get some rest ready for the scoring in the morning.