District 3 Intro - Elijah RoseMarrie

"Elijah?" Amiti ran his hands over his brother's face, caressing the familiar curves. "I'll - um - not see you tonight. But you will come home, right? You won't get reaped?" His milky eyes were obscured by a shock of blonde hair, common to his family.

"Don't worry. I'll be back." Promised Elijah. "And you're coming too. After school I'll come back and get you and we can go down together." Amitis seemed to relax in his chair and his hands slumped down by his sides. Elijah drew a blanket over his brother's knees, making sure that the fabric didn't catch in the wheels.

"Thanks." Smiled Amitis.

"You're welcome." Replied Elijah. "I'm going now, but Mum is in the kitchen feeding Elsa." Amitis nodded fully and Elijah slipped out the door. Looking at his watch he started to sprint. Making sure Amitis was okay had taken longer than he had expected. He had two minutes to get to school. Being late was not an option. He raced around the corner and hurtled through the school gates. He stopped just outside his class, pausing only to smooth down his dirty blonde curls and put his bag away. Elijah pushed the door inwards and sidled down into his chair. Professor Judris was still at his desk, the role undone on his desk. He had made it. The bell rang and Elijah breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that his perfect record still stood. He glanced sideways at Pexey's empty desk. Any second now his best friend would come stumbling in... Pexey appeared in the doorway, panting hard with sweat dripping down her neck, soaking her shirt.

"Late again Miss Killjon." Professor Judris raised an eyebrow at Pexey.

"Sorry sir." She murmured. Elijah couldn't help but feel bad for his friend as she slumped, defeated, in her seat.

"That's number four Elijah. I still have three terms of 9th left and I can only be late one more time." She groaned softly. "I'm a goner." Elijah hated seeing her like this. Even if what she was saying was true, he still wanted to comfort her.

"Don't worry Pex. I'll come over to you're house in the morning early and we can get to school on time together." He promised once more.

"That'd be great Eli. But what if we're late. You're only here on scholarship... your record! You can't be late Eli. You can't risk it for me." Elijah opened his mouth to reply but Professor Judris had already started the role. The class was silent, as if a blanket had fallen over them, blocking out the noise. But everyone knew that from the role to dismissal talking out of turn was a dangerous act to commit. The day continued on in this way. The consistent pattern of lectures, questions and answers paused only for the single meal at noon. As the classes continued on Elijah felt his hands grow sweaty and clammy. The Reaping was at 5. School was finishing early because of it. I won't get reaped. He had promised. I'll be there to get you to school on time. He had promised. It was such a fragile word. "I promise I'll make you proud." He had promised his parents. "I'll never leave you." He had promised Amitis. "I'll be there every step of the way." He had promised Elsa. All these promises. And he wasn't even sure he could keep one. With Amitis blind, he had had to take out so much tesserae just to keep the family going. But as the day passed on it wasn't just Elijah who was getting worried. Almost every question was answered with a slight delay or even answered incorrectly. The classroom was hot and unbearable, the windows closed and sealed. Elijah found himself glancing up at the clock, hoping each time he did it the hand would be getting slightly closer to the twelve. The slow minutes were torture as the clock swing it's way round...

"Class dismissed." Elijah shot up from his desk.

"See you Pex!" He called over his shoulder. Pexey waved back halfheartedly. The next tome they were to see each other wouldn't be at school. Elijah hitched his bag up on his shoulders and walked home, his footfalls echoing in the empty street. Elijah stopped in front of the door and rapped on it quick succession.

"Amitis, it's Elijah." He called.

"You promise?" Amitis asked.

"I promise."


Agnes "Aggie" Stuart

"Good morning, Christina!" Agnes shook off her bag and sat down next to her friend. Christina's matted red hair fell heavily across her face, but Agnes could still see the traces of tears running down her cheeks.

"It's been a year." Christina choked, looking away. "It's been a year since she- she-" She stopped. "Oh I just can't Aggie." Christina's cheeks ran wet with fresh tears. Agnes wrapped her arms around Christine.

"But it's also been a year since we became acquaintances. Isn't it?" Christina sniffed quietly. The tears had stopped now. Agnes stood, still gripping firmly onto Christina's arm.

"C'mon. I know you don't want to but we have to. We are meeting Jordan by the park remember?"

"I don't want to." Christine brushed her hair with he fingers, further obscuring her pale, freckled face.

"It's only half a day Christina. Please." Agnes reached down and picked up Christina's bag from where it lay in the mud. She brushed it the dirt of quickly and handed it to Christina.

"Please." Agnes repeated. Christina looked up at Agnes, her red rimmed eyes seeming to soften as she looked up at her friend.

"Ok." Christina mumbled. She stood up, clutching her bag with shaking fingers. Agnes led her by the hand down the street.

"Jordan has gone." Remarked Agnes. "We must be really late."

"Or maybe he's late. We've still got thirty minutes until school starts." Christina's voice was still cracked with grief over the memory of her sister, but Agnes could tell she was trying. Agnes smiled and pulled Christina into The Generator.

"We'll wait for Jordan here." Agnes decided. She called over a waiter and Mrs Froxen arrived, her hair a mess of flour and cocoa.

"What would you like dears?"

"The usual," Agnes turned to Christine, "You?"

"The same." Christina was tearing up again. Mrs Froxen gasped at Christina's tear streaked face.

"Oh dear. I forget darlin. Drinks on me." She enveloped the crying girl in her apron.

'Sister used to work here.' She mouthed to Agnes across the table. Agnes face palmed mentally. Of course! It had taken almost half a year before Christina had even taken a step over The Generator threshold. And now she wouldn't ever again. Not after this. Agnes found herself tearing up too.

When her classmate Joanna had been Reaped and killed in the Bloodbath, Agnes had tried so hard to cheer up her older sister Christina. It had taken ages for Christina to be laughing freely again, and now it was if Agnes had put a knife to her own work, a carpet slowly unravelling.

"Hey guys!" Jordan called. He slumped down at the table, his smile fading as he saw Christina hidden in the folds of Mrs Froxen's apron.

"Oh no. Jo-" He stopped himself, but even that little slip up was enough to set Christina off again.

"Chrissie, I'm so sorry." He pleaded but Christina refused to look up. Pushing back her chair, she ran into the bathroom, the door swinging behind her. Agnes made to get up but Mrs Froxen pushed her back down.

"Friends are great sweetie, but sometimes the only person who can truly help them give up the grief, is themselves."


I said soon but I received it like a few hours ago because FlyingHamburgerRider has been busy and so have I, I can't promise you anything of when the next chapter is up. I did sprained my wrist and it's quite difficult to do stuff especially typing right now. I'll be pming some people, so expect a pm in 3 weeks or less because I get sidetracked but I don't have to worry about a few.

review, I always smile when I get an email saying a review posted on Randomize: 200th annual Hunger Games or whatever. There's no limit to how many you could reaped but the career districts are closed unless I get one more but I'll most likely write it. I still need tributes mostly from 5-8 right now, look on my profile to see what is open.

Update: I received it sooner then I realized, I received it last night and I was getting ready for bed so I didn't had time to. My wrist is better (I wish I could predict the future) so I'm brace free now or until I agitate it again. I have 1 more person to receive from FHR than we will be in District 4, yay.