All of my major stories have been about Kingdom Hearts up to this point, so I thought it would be interesting to try something somewhat different. Once an idea pops up in my head, I have to write it down!

I've submitted my main character as a participant in a few SYOTS, but I really wanted to tell her story myself.

I dropped my final pick of the day into the basket below. Another day. Another harvest. Same life. Same routine.

I wanted more out of my life. Or really, everyone else's lives. To actually make a difference.

Instead, here I am picking peaches from the tops of these trees.

"HEY YOU!" a scream could be heard.

Afterwards, a loud shot could be heard, and a second scream could be heard as a man a few trees away from me fell out of the tree. He had been shot in the leg. The man fell on his shoulder, likely breaking it, but that didn't matter. Two peacekeepers grabbed him aggressively, leading him off. Poor guy would likely receive a brutal punishment.

All for taking a bite out of one of the peaches.

Same story. Different person. Happens quite often. We are supplied with many seeds and plants, and grow many crops. Yet, most of us still starve. Malnutrition can unfortunately be seen everywhere.

Welcome to District 11, where the motto should be "starving your citizens so we can eat." Thanks, ever-so-giving Capitol.

The man new what the consequence would be if he was caught. Yet, which risk would lead to more suffering, eating and being caught, or not eating and starve, possibly to death?

Not that I could blame him. After spending my entire life around these peaches, I never have been able to taste what I have heard is a taste so sweet that it makes everything else seem so bland.

Of course, I'm sure that would be accurate compared to the trash that is provided to use as food.

Different day. Same life. Same dream. Same pawn, used by the Capitol.

I guess a backstory will make you understand my life more. My name is Krissa. 18, though many say I look more 15. My life is no different than others living in District 11. Spend the day in the field, picking, harvesting, shipping to the Capitol. I didn't want this, not that I was given much of a choice.

All I ever really wanted to do is teach. I want to educate children as much as I can, provide them knowledge, hopefully one day allowing them to change this sad world we live in.

Unfortunately, teaching jobs here are limited. They need more people in the field, growing and picking crops, so schools are just in little one-room schoolhouses. There is only 1 teacher who is there until she dies off, and then it's on to the next one.

And I'm stuck here picking peaches.

I've done all I can to get noticed to one day be chosen. I spend what little time I can outside of the tops of trees watching others' kids, teaching them my own lessons, and just playing with them. Because what I have done has garnered much notice, many parents have invited me into their homes, and children from all around run to me whenever I walk into town. I am hoping that one day, this will be enough to garner me enough attention to reach my dreams.

If I first survived today. I hopped out of the tree, dumping the peaches from my satchel into the basket. I left the field much earlier than I normally do, heading to town square.

Happy Reaping Day to me, and may the odds ever be in my favor.