I made it to nightfall. I have officially survived twelve hours in the arena.

When the announcer said zero, I immediately ran to the cornucopia and grabbed a backpack and all the food I could carry.

It ended up only being one box, and the box only had bread in it, but at least I don't have to try and hunt down my food or risk getting poisoned by some plant.

As I start snacking on my ample supply of bread, the anthem begins playing and the Capitol emblem appears in the sky. It's time to see who I have to outlive.

Both from one and two. The boy from three. Both from four, five, and six. Daria.

Daria. She's dead.

We decided not to make an alliance in the event that we ended up being the last two and had to kill each other, but I was still rooting for her.

My best friend for my entire life, gone.

Tears start streaming down my face as the other tributes faces appear in the sky.

Both from eight. The boys from nine and ten. And both from eleven and twelve.

The sound of the anthem is replaced by my sobs.

I don't know why, but I haven't stopped crying or eating the damn bread.

Twenty teenagers, all killed in one day.

I start sobbing harder, so hard I begin choking on the bread I never stopped eating.

I try and get the piece of bread that's lodged in my throat out, but it won't budge.

I can't breath and I start feeling lightheaded and faint.

Twenty one children, all killed in one day.