Caitlin Shadow ~ District 13

Caitlin Shadow was the 1st ever tribute of Lyssa, or Newsflash220. Please, don't copy! She is currently unfinished.

Backstory:
'''Caitlin's backstory was written in the form of her diary entries leading up to the reaping. Please, enjoy!'''

Dear Diary,
I write today about the situation in my family right now. Not a pretty picture. Arguing, arguing, arguing from about everyone. The current battles:

Mom vs. Dad: How to use the limited amount of money that we all work for (I'm a graphite miner. Yipee.)

Me vs. Dad: About why am I not proud of my position as a miner. (Newsflash, Dad: It's disgusting!)

Me vs. Mom: About listening to her endless lectures on growing up. (Why can't getting older be less annoying? *sigh*)

Yay. Well, I can't think of anything else to write about, other than the fact that the reapings are... how many days away? Oh yeah. Three. Ah, reapings. 2 kids, sent to certain death by another human being. How "exciting". Signing off, Caitlin.

Dear Diary,
Another day. Another entry. And the dreaded reapings in two days. Yay.

Why can' t we all just get food and not have to risk our lives for it? And why not be able to choose to go to and enter in the reapings? Because we all know what we would pick.

Mom and Dad are still fighting over money, but the fighting between me and dad and me and mom has cleared up. I'm really nervous... I'm worried they might divorce. I can't even - talk about it. Bye.

Dear Diary,
Do you have any idea how annoying boys can be? I was mining and this kid, named Jacob, walked right over to me and started talking to me. He started TALKING to me. All that I was trying to do was get my freakin' job done. Jacob started talking about his life story, as if I even cared! Which, by the way, I don't! He's such a weirdo. He actually did spend half his life in an asylum. Creepy...

Oh, and here's the worst part. He likes me.

Isn't that so... ''weird? ''ICK! Boy cooties! Still wrapping my head around it, Caitlin.

P.S. One day 'til the reapings...

Dear Diary,
This might be my last entry. Ever. If I get reaped... I have more important things to think about.

Like the divorce.

Yes, my parents filed a divorce. Finally, mom and dad decided - last moment! - that I would stay here, in 13, with mom. Speaking of mom, that's her calling me. I better go now. See you after the reapings, diary... or not at all.

Sorry for the short entry. Oh man, I really have to go. COMING MOM! Well, bye.

Games in:

 * 1) The 16th Annual Hunger Games