Hey there! I can't wait to show you some of the plot points I've been making up! We're almost Halfway through with the reapings! So after this is District One, and you can see more placings on my bio. Thanks to me and HunterOfArtemisII for this tribute.
P.S. Sorry about not updating. I had dental work and I'm really sore so this is gonna be a short chapter.
P.P.S. Did you know District Nine is the least talked about District in the Hunger Games franchise?
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- Ihaveacupofnoodles
Chapter Eight: You're Outta Here!
Breeze Brinkerfell, District Nine, (17)
Yesterday I snuck some grain in a bag to my house.
Nobody was there to notice, though. I live alone. I put on my torn and broken winter gloves and set the bag up on a chain.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
I punch and punch and punch. Hoping, somehow, I would be magically transported back to my home.
District One.
I changed my name, I changed everything, I cut myself to make my skin look different. My parents wouldn't come with me. I left. Being a career, never having to be hungry.
I took It all for granted.
Well, I don't dare to go back. And All I want is my sister. I took her with, but she died of hypothermia.
I've wanted to be a career ever since.
It's all I can really think about anymore.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
Validation
Food
Victory
It's what I need. What I want. Everything I work for.
But what It really comes down to, what I want for real, what I'm not willing to admit, but deep down I know it's true.
I really want to die.
Aryn Calder, District Nine, (14)
"I GOT IT! I GOT IT!"
The baseball misses by just a bit.
Damn.
I snatch the ball off the ground and turn around, but it's no use. He's already at home.
Wheatley, one of the most popular girls in Nine, shoots me a look and rolls her eyes.
A whistle goes off.
"Stop the game! We gotta go!"
I sigh and make my way towards home. A two-story, warm house. Much nicer than a lot of people in District Nine.
Diana, My closest friend, is ahead of me. I speed walk up to her and smile. "Hey, Aryn!" she grins. "Look what I got at my dad's sweet shop!" she holds up a box of chocolates. "Want one?"
My hands shake a little as I think of my options. I could have none, or I could take the box.
"N-no thanks!"
"Are you sure?"
"Yup!"
She smiles and shrugs. "Well, here's my house. See you at the reaping!"
Diana skips off like a little kid.
My stomach grumbles. I really should've taken a chocolate.
But my father once told me "You're going to do great things, with a smile like that, a heart like that, a mind like that. Only big shots go all or nothing."
I've stuck with it ever since.
"I'm hom-"
"DID YOU ACCEPT THE INVITE?"
"...to what?"
Gina, my older sister, and one of the most cliché people I've ever met in my lifetime, rolls her eyes and sighs like I'm a little boy who just ate her makeup and now refraining from choking said boy.
"Yesterday, at 7:98 a.m.-"
"That is not a time."
"Shut up, I've been to preschool. Let me finish."
"Seems unlikely."
Gina studies me for a bit. Then take her hand off of me and holds it like it's limp.
"EW!"
"What?"
"You're so DIRTY!"
"Gina do you even know what baseball is. I am on the Winning Wheats, and we play the only other team every Saturday after work."
She shakes her head, disapproving, and said "Answer the question.
"What?"
"Did you go to the market with Rhye and Muffinie, the two most popular girls in the school, who invited YOU, to go with them?"
"Oh, yeah, yes."
Cue ear splitting squeal.
"SO? HOW DID IT GO?"
"They kept calling me Aaron."
"So?
"It's Eryn. Like, not A-A-ron, It's Er-IN. And they said it all AaRON"
"I'm not seeing a problem here."
I groan and push past her.
About an hour later me, my siblings, and my parents all walked to the reaping.
Finn, my younger brother, was crying the entire time.
I had to reassure him that he wouldn't get picked, because He's seven.
"Welcome, District Nine. The grain district. The District that makes bread. Thanks to District Nine, The Grain District-"
"GET ON WITH IT!"
The escort, Donna Tehallo, (SeE wHat I dId tHeRe?/) leaps about a hundred feet in the air and shouts in her monotone voice "Okay."
"For the female tribute from District Nine. The Grain District. The District that makes bread, is Eryn Calder."
I feel frozen In place. Boom.
That was the sound of my heart dropping in my shoes.
I shake, my teeth chatter, the world spins, I can't breath, I can't see."
"Eryn!" Diana whispers.
I shake my head and grit my teeth.
I make my way over to the stage when I hear snickering.
Wheatley. Of course.
I turn to her and smile politely. She slowly stops snickering and looks puzzled.
BAM!
I kicked her square in the stomach.
She topples over and I quickly make my way to the stage.
"Our Male tribute from the Grain District, The Bread-making District is Brenton P-"
"I VOLUNTEER!"
"A guy I've never seen before hops up to the stage. He smiles.
"Is that…?
"I thought he was a myth!"
"Me too!"
"What is your name."
"Breeze Brinkerfell."
"Okay."
I feel like falling off the stage.
Who is this guy?
Am I gonna die?
Please let me live.
The Odds?
The Odds are not in my favor today.
Still open:
D4 Male
