Hi…. So, I'm Ashamed of my latest chapter, I read through it and I was like, "Wow, cliché much?" So I apologize, PROFUSELY. Please don't kill me. This chapter I have gone through it with seventy-five sharpies. I'll be putting up a point system for sponsors when we have all the needed tributes, and we still need 7. The slots are on my bio and on the bottom of this very page. Forgive me and keep eating noodles.

-Ihaveacupofnoodles

Chapter Six: Sleep in peace.

Rayla Opaham, District Six, (15)

Sleep is a strange thing.

You can look so peaceful, yet you can be going through the most painful moments of your time in the unconscious state. There is no look of pain or sorrow when you sleep, but you could be fighting off black shadowy monsters, only to find you can't touch the, but they can touch you.

In all my years on this world we call Panem, I haven't realized this, Until now.

I get up early for work. Factories usually need parts I didn't deliver yesterday. I was silently putting on my jacket when a blood curdling scream came from my room.

I could only imagine it was one of my cousins, who lived with us ever since their parents overdosed on Morphine.

I hear another scream, but it's cut short. I walk quickly over to the door, and just as I'm about to open it I freeze.

"Cindy? Cindy! Cindy what happened?"

"Mom… Dad… I dunno! Their skin was p-peeling off and they t-tried to get me to hold still so they could put an IV in me! I-I was screaming and I-I" she breaks into tears.

"Shh…. It was just a dream. They're gone for good now. We're safe."

"We are?"

"Yes."

I feel a lump forming in my throat as I quietly close the door. The sky isn't this dark when I get up. Must be before my shift. "Shift! I don't have a shift!" aw, damn it! Could've slept in. Well, what now?" I wonder, gritting my teeth.

Maybe I could….

"No."

But It's not even dawn. Nobody would see me.

"Still, you could get injured and die a sad, lonely death where only the flesh-eating animals can find you."

Whatever. I'm going.

I Walk on my heels to avoid sound, which is excruciating, but worth not getting my ass beaten by fifty peacekeepers.

The fence is just up ahead, followed by a forest and then a lake. I put on my work gloves and scale a nearby building, then hop onto a tree looming over the fence. I jump down and land right on my feet, thanks to my best feature. I hold onto trees as I make my way down the steep hill

I'm poor. There's no doubt about that, Nobody except the mayor and the victors of Six are. Starved, hollow cheeks, but somehow not weak. I have Strong legs from my job. I'm what we in Six call a runner. We go from factory to factory Delivering parts.

I walk up to the water and sit on the bank, letting the water crash onto my legs. It's good to have a break.

"Psst! Rayla!" I leap four feet into the air and turn around quickly.

"You Idiot! You're gonna get me killed!"

"Well, I tried to be quiet!"

"Oh yeah, sure."

I whip my hair out of my face and watch as Bridget climbs the fence and jogs next to me.

Bridget has been my friend for about four years. We met when she got hired as a runner. We've hung out ever since. She's younger than me, but she's fiery, and that's the kind of personality that someone will need If they ever want to be my friend.

"How the hell did you find me?" I ask as she draws circles in the water. She chuckles. "Rayla, Do you think your quiet? I heard screaming so I went to check it out. Saw you leaving your house. Followed you in the trees." "Well you're fancy, aren't you?" "Sure am!"

I'm about to say something when she whispers "Look! The Sun!" The sun was rising slowly in the horizon. I shut my mouth, knowing that this could be Bridget and I's only moment together for a long time.

Hartford Charleston, District Six, (13)

Warning: Swearing, Smexual references I guess? IDK really. But mostly, This dude is an Asshat.

"P-Please, I have nothing more to give you, Hartford!"

I slap the dirty bitch in the face and laugh as she falls to the ground. "Do you know who I am? Huh? I'm The Mayor's kid. I can do whatever the HELL I want! And right now, You are gonna give me that bag right there!"

"B-But I paid Fo-for it!"

"So what? Do you want me to tell my daddy to raise your parent's taxes you filthy rat? Huh? Does your mama not make enough money at the dance club? Not enough money kissin' GIRLS?"

Sally Volskie had just walked out of the candy store. Sure, I had the money, but Maybe I could get something without the pay. Normally, If Sally was a cute chick, I would probably be asking for a different kind of candy.

Sally took a deep breath, look me right in the eyes and said:

"My momma's straighter than the pole YOUR daddy dances on!"

I reply with a swift kick to the face. Blood pours out of her nose and mouth as I swipe the candy.

"Woah, Hartford, what did you do?" Asks Quinn, a mechanic's son.

"I wanted the candy."

"That's not a good excuse for beating up my sister."

Quinn bent down to Sally and whispered some "reassuring" words to the rat. He grabbed a cloth from his apron and wiped the blood up gently.

I dig through the bag. "Ewwww! Saltwater Taffy! Disgusting! Get some taste, Whore."

I drop the bag, letting the contents spill out into the street.

I lean back on a brick building and take out a stone while watching to make sure nobody find my stash.

I grab a pack of cigarettes and a lighter.

Daddy doesn't know I smoke, and I pretty much plan to keep it that way. It's awesome being the only kid in the whole school who smokes on the playground. One time some dirt-eater tried to be cool too by bringing candy cigarettes. I tied him to a street pole and beat him up. Pretty awesome.

I take a few puffs before laying my eyes on a prize.

Abigayle walks down the street, her blonde hair flowing behind her. She's hot. I'm, like, amazingly hot. This could work! Let the charms flow.

I race over to her and block her path. She stops.

"What do you want."

"Babe, I wanna tie you to my be-"

"No. A million times no."

"C'mon…. You know you wanna."

"I really don't"

"Lemme give you a taste."

I lean In for a make-out session and fall flat on my face. She's already halfway down the street.

"BITCH!"

I look around for someone to high five, but everyone's gone. Tesla, the baker, comes out of her shop and shoots me a quizzical look.

"What are you doing here? The reaping is starting." On cue, the Panem anthem plays in the square. "Go on, Run!" I race over, have my finger stabbed, and squeeze my way into the boys area.

Wait, why am I here?

Ohh, no. That's why.

I was twelve, trying to impress a new girl, Head Peacekeeper's kid from Two, and tried to be cool by putting my name in that bowl SIXTEEN TIMES.

Well, that's fine. Daddy will pull me out if I get picked anyway. How long is the ugly chick in the blue gonna be talking? I want a sandwich!

"Let the Eighty Eighth Annual Hunger Games begin!"

Eighty Eighth? Jeez, I thought we were at the Sixth!

"Rayla Opaham!"

Everyone turns to look at this one chick, who's about a 6/10.

She shoves everyone away from her as she makes her way to the stage. Bleh, she's a runner. Probably poor. She looks like she's-

"Hartford Charleston."

Oh, Ok.

Let's get this party started.

"No."

Peacekeepers grab my arms and haul me over to the stage. "No! Daddy, tell them they can't do this! Do you know how special I am? I'm THE MAYOR'S SON!"

Rats in the crowd start laughing.

Abigayle shouts: "Oooh! Karma's a bitch!"

"STOP. LAUGHING! I'M BETTER THAN ALL OF YOU! LET ME-"

Electricity shoots through my body and I fall to the ground, body singed like a marshmallow.

The last thing I hear is laughing.

I hope I sleep in peace.

Still open:

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D5 Female

D5 Male

D8 Male

D10 Male

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