Jake's Blog

Blake Cooper, my favorite tribute, finally arose from his coma after being brutally attacked by the dart frogs.  He was very out of it and could barely stand up and walk. If he got attacked by a tribute, he wouldn’t be able to fight him off and defend himself. He was in desperate need of something to help himself.

I am from District 12 so I don’t have too much money lying around but this kd need every spare dollar that I had to save him from this situation of horror. I decided to search around the house for some money but I had no luck. I found a dollar and a half eaten piece of bread. It t was like thoughts were flying through my mind but I couldn’t catch them. Until I thought of the perfect plan, I would take the money from my butcher’s market town in the square and I would buy some bottled water and send it to him.

After I sent the water I had to watch and wait for the water to reach him. I felt like I was a whole year older by the time the water got to him in that silver parachute. I felt like a hero. As I watched Blake regain his strength as he gained the water it brought a sense of pride to me. I had helped a stranger in need and possibly saved his life.

It is quiet at night. Nobody really moves and most tributes are resting for the rough day ahead.  The Gamemakers kept saying how they were going to be a big part in the action today but they hadn’t done anything yet. They got everybody excited and worried all for nothing, or that’s at least how it seamed.

If you blinked you would have missed it but in a heartbeat there were thousand of dart frogs surrounding my favorite tribute Blake Cooper. He heard the noise and started to wake up; but it was not in time for the first frog to latch on to him. In seconds you couldn’t even see Blake anymore. All you could see was the outline of his body, covered by frogs. It was like he was a mummy, but with frogs.  I was waiting for the cannon to go off but it never did. It was very odd.

After ten minutes of struggling the frogs retreated. Blake had no bit marks on him, no claw marks, it was like nothing really happened. But when he tried to stand and walk it was like he was seeing three of everything. It was all because of the poison that the frogs inserted into him. The job was done for the Gamemakers, but Blake was just beginning the agony.

My favorite competitor in the games, Blake Cooper, was still alive and was doing very great so far. He has many of the ultimate weapons and is deadly like an assassin. Although I have never met him im sure that he is a very cool guys and would be a pleasure to meet.

Today though when I was watching the games the gamemakers said that they had a trick u their sleeves that would change the outcome of the games mightily. They then zoomed the camera on a huge wave that was coming right for the shore. It was a tsunami and nobody was safe especially Blake. He was at the very edge of the shore and was at a very vulnerable spot. He was in grave danger and was hours if not minutes away from being washed out of the games like and ant during a flood.

All I could think about is if I want to see my favorite competitor go down or if I want to see someone else to take away the pain. Watching him would almost be like getting tortured but not seeing him and just knowing that he has been washed away is like a stab in the back. Deep down though I wanted the camera to be on him. I thought that maybe he would find a way to survive and make it out safe and sound. I knew it was a longshot but I really wanted to see hive have his way with a massive tsunami. Man against tsunami, the battle of a life time.

It is so cold! The days are extremely hot but the nights make you feel like you are on the poles rather than the equator. I wish I was just home with my brother and sister watching the games not taking part in it. I heard this buzzing sound coming from the air and I can only think back to 5 games ago when the vicious tracker Jackers killed the girl. But it wasn’t tracker jackers it was a silver parachute with a box made out of silver attached to it. It was a blanket and a message from my sister. The message read “I know how cold you get at night o I thought you might need this. Good Luck. Please come home safe. Love you. Shaniqua Johnson.” It was all I could have asked for. I was so lucky and got a newly found motivation, a motivation to win the games at all costs.

“60 seconds.“ The hard cement circle was like standing on my future gravestone. Each tribute is raised to the surface and has to stand on the stone for a mind boggling 60 seconds. I knew that I probably looked like a baby with a sour face but as I looked around I saw many sad faces and I felt like I was at a funeral of 23 young men and woman.”30 seconds.” My heart was pumping so hard it was like an earthquake in my chest. I was horrified!

The ten second countdown started and I found myself staring at the opposing tribute from district eleven. He gave me a little wink, which I interpreted as a chance to team up with him and make an alliance. I looked down at my stone and back at him and by the time I looked back up the gong had sounded and he had already taken off.  I took off for the cornucopia knowing that even with a small delay I could beat everyone to the center. My heart was pumping so hard I thought it might pop like a balloon. After what felt like a marathon run to the cornucopia I reached it and it was like heaven on earth. I grabbed five backpacks along with a bow and arrows, a sword and a hat to block the sun. Next I thought about where to go and the first thing that came to mind was finding the closest body of water. I had to have ran a mile and a half before I found a little stream that would do the job. Knowing I was the fastest in the group, I found a place that was suited me perfectly to retreat if necessary. This terrain was perfect for me with the tropical weather and I felt like a boulder ready to destroy the other tributes. I had the win in the bag.

“Richard Johnson.” I haven’t been able to sleep since those two horrid words escaped the lips of the bad news bringing Harper Hayes. It’s like a dark cloud hovering over me and a constant reminder that I couldn’t bring my family along with me to the games. I have to leave my family and there was absolutely nothing I could do about it.

Although I have to leave my family behind I am allowed to bring one thing from home to remind me of my family. I decided to bring my family coin that has gone through the family since my great-grandmother. This coin has our family name on it and was a sign of hope for my family when they were low on food or were being threatened. This coin will be my token that I am permitted to bring from home for the Hunger Games and I hope that it will lead me down the right path and down the path of victory.

The sounds of birds chirping and people talking outside woke me up.  Today is the day, the day that I find out if I will be competing in the 74^th annual hunger Games. To start my day I headed down to the square to tend to the butcher shop. Although I was working almost the whole day all I could think about was the annual reaping.  I don’t know how I would be able to leave my brother Johnny and my sister Shaniqua. Last year my best friend Caesar was killed during the Hunger Games and it was devastating for his family especially since district 12, our district, is pretty poor. I was so nervous.

Finally the day had come and it was time for the reaping to begin. As the oldest sibling at 18 and my mom being extremely sick I had to get the kids ready and put my name in 25 times. When we all finished dressing we headed down to the square for the reaping. They split up the boys and girls when we first entered. The horror on the face of every person in the whole square was awful. As Harper Hayes, the announcer for the reaping, came to the stand the whole audience went silent. “ Hello everybody and welcome to the 74^th annual reaping and of coarse may the odds be ever in your favor.”  As always the girls went first and some girl that I had never met got picked. She was terrified when she was ordered to the stand and broke out into tears. It was so sad to watch and I couldn’t imagine being in her spot at the moment. Until the two worst words that could have came out of Harper’s mouth, ,Richard Johnson. I couldn’t comprehend it at first until I realized she had said my name. Now I could completely imagine what the girl had gone through. On y way to the stand my brother grabbed me and started crying until the peacekeepers pulled him away. As I reached the stand Harper went on with her repetitive speech that she has said for the last 25 years. Before I knew it I was in the town hall and I was shoved inside a dark room with a velvet couch. Only about two minutes after entering the room I was released and was granted the ability to talk to my family before I had to get on the train and leave. All Shaniqua and Johnny did was sob and made me promise that I would make it back alive. The peacekeepers pulled them away and forced me onto the train. But not until did I believe what had happened. I was going to be the Hunger Games.