I'm thinking of entering this 'Dear Diary' competition at my school, where you have to write a diary entry for anyone you like, real or fictional, and I know loads of people are doing really predictable things Twilight. I don't know if anyone else is doing the Hunger Games, but I thought a Haymitch point of view was a bit more original than Katniss or Peeta so I decided to give it a go. Please tell me what you think and how I could improve it, because I do want it to be OK when I give it in. Thank youuu!

Christ.

Every year I tell myself to accept it, and every year I am horrified by the sheer brutality of it.

They're both the same age this year. From completely different ends of the spectrum. One's a Seam kid, dark haired and grey eyed like me, and the other's one of those merchant lot. I think his family run the bakery.

They're sixteen, for God's sake. Six-bloody-teen. How could anyone justify that kind of cruelty? They'll probably end up getting to know each other too, in the lead-up to the Games, and what will that bring? Only more pain to an already agony-filled time, as they are forced to murder each other in cold blood. I'm not expecting either of them to win. The only reason I did was because of that force field. Twelve just isn't a place for victors; we barely scrape along as it is. Like we could ever produce such brilliantly physical specimens as the Careers. And if either of these poor bloody children did win, what sort of a life would they have ahead of them? What would Snow inflict upon them? Every victor has the life from hell the moment they are reaped until the day they die, and so these two have got no chance at anything anymore. No hope for their lives. And I will have to watch as they battle for a survival that will only bring them more hell. At least, I'll try to watch. No doubt the bottle will make an appearance once the bloodbath at the Cornucopia is over. It's not that I want to be a drunk; it's more that I have absolutely no choice if I want to make it through my life without agony at every turn. My family aren't around to help me through it, Snow saw to that. Still, I suppose trying won't hurt. I could at least try for once.

The girl, Katniss, sort of reminds me of myself when I was her age. Only as a girl, obviously. I know her mother, she's the woman with the healing hands we all depended on back in the day. Once her husband died and she sank into that awful depression, we had to find other ways of keeping alive, but she seems to be getting better now. Katniss is the spitting image of her father, and she looks like a good fighter. Maybe she'll stand a small chance. The boy, Peeta, is another thing entirely. Well built, but he hasn't had the hardship of growing up in the Seam. He hasn't faced the horrors that life can throw at you. In short, he hasn't got the edge needed for survival in these brutal Games. I give him a few days to live, maximum, but he'll never make it to the final eight. That I know.

Well, tomorrow's a big day, I suppose. Training starts, and I have to get to know the kids that I'm already sure are going to die. But that's life, when you are a part of the Hunger Games. You just have to face the music. But who knows? Maybe, just maybe, this is our year to shine.

So, what did you think? Good, bad? Whatever you thought, please review :) thank you!

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