If you hadn't guessed by now, I live in one of the Districts Panem is split up into to; District 10 to be exact. Each District makes and supplies the Capitol with items and things that they need, we aren't aloud to know what they other Districts are in charge of but I know that District 7 is lumber. A refugee called Salee made it to our district on foot one day and told us all about her home; it sounded miles better than our own.
My District just about got given the crappiest job of them all; breeding all sorts of livestock like cows, sheep and pigs. The air surrounding our home smells permanently of manure and stale straw. You would think rearing animals would make us one of the better fed Districts but that couldn't be more wrong every last cut of meat is packaged and sent of to the Capitol leaving us with the yucky bits no one wants like hooves and guts.
My Dad is a farmer; the only job here there is. He rears young bullocks and pigs; his job is to basically fatten them up and shovel their poo and yet he still thinks it is the best job anyone can have. My Mums job is no better either, she works in the slaughter house (I know right?) And don't go expecting my big brothers jobs to be any better either, all he does is mow the grazing pastures. My whole family have the worst jobs imaginable and have no aspirations in life. Me you ask? Well I don't want to be stuck in this hell whole for the rest of my life. I'm the oldest girl in my District that still attends school and I'm only 17, the rest leave at 14 to go milk cows or something. Not me, I want to see the world travel to new far of lands and be the forst person ever to walk on undiscovered land.
My name you ask? Sorry how rude of me. I'm Sammy