I can't believe I'm gonna have to kill Grace! I didn't see this coming. This was not in the game plan: Get reaped, stay undercover, watch everyone fight to the death, WIN. Now there's one more: Save Grace. I can't let her die, but I can't commit suicide. Can I? No. I have a family who needs me. I'd better drop this act and face it, if I'm going to win, Grace must die.
I get changed for dinner and am about to exit when I hear a knock. Grace comes in. "Hey Jonah I was just wondering if one of us is to win the Games...."
"Yeah," I say. "And we can't pull a Katniss, can we?" Forbidden talk, yes, but necessary. We stand there, lost in thought. Then a brief idea comes to mind. I hold out my hand. "Allies?" I ask.
"Allies," she agrees, shaking it. Then we walk to dinner.
The food, of course, is simply wonderful. We have roast beef, mashed potatoes... stuff we never had in District 6. After dinner, I get ready to go to bed. I go into my room and lay in my bed, but I find I can't go to sleep. I go into the living room/kitchen compartment . Grace walks in too.
"Can't sleep?" she asks.
"Nope. The Dying Games... I never thought I'd actually be in it. It all seems so real now." I say. Grace plops down on the sofa next to me. We joke around for a bit (because that's what Grace does best) and then she gets up.
She grabs a muffin. "See ya," she says. "Oh, and by the way, these muffins are To. Die. For!" Then she walks into her room. I sigh and, slowly, start to fall asleep.