The sound of crashing waves keeps me alert and awake. I glance over at Tammy, who purrs like a cat. How could she be so peaceful, when she could be waking up to her death tomorrow? We are taking turns sleeping and keeping watch. She started sleeping when the sun was setting, and the sky was dark now. From the looks of it, I should only have an hour left until I can rest. I crane my neck like a bird, looking at the sparkling stars. I wonder what my mother’s doing right now. We could be looking at the same star. I snap back into reality, and realize everything in this arena is controlled by the Capitol, and we are in their fake, perfect world. Nothing is the same in here like it is in the real world.

Butterflies float above me, looking so graceful and at peace. I wonder how these creatures could be so peaceful, when they are surrounded by killing at this very moment. Tammy flinches, looking like she is having a bad dream. She snaps up, and looks around. We trade places, and she begins pacing. I want to sleep, but the fear of being killed keeps me awake. I’m not sure if I trust Tammy or not yet. I did trust Yolanda though, but she did not make it past the first hour. She was shot with an arrow by J.K. Notrowling, a girl from district 4.  If Tammy is killed too, then I will be left alone, with no alliances. My brain is working so fast, that I end up dozing of to the sound of crashing waves and crunching leaves beneath Tammy’s feet.