Hey! This chapter won't be the best quality because I'm not feeling 100% but hey ho!

Fuck you flu!

District 9 time!

Crybaby POV:

I woke up crying.

I continued crying whilst doing my morning chores. I continued crying whilst I ate breakfast.

I cried so hard my head hurt but that just made me cry more.

My friend Livia slapped me to stop me crying but it hurt so I continued but even harder.

You see I'm the token weak 12 year old. Basically a soppy version of Rue. I'm the character everyone knows is going to die in the bloodbath.

Like most chapters I'll now have the obligatory flashback to explain exactly what made me this way despite the fact no one cares:

Flashback

I was playing by myself one day when I was 5 when suddenly a giant dog the size of a... giant dog came running up to me.

"I'm a wild dog. Give me all your money!" It said.

"Wait... you're a talking dog?" I said. Suddenly he looked annoyed.

"Stick to the script!" It said.

"Oh right... Wahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Back to the present

After that I was never the same.

People began to call me Crybaby despite the fact I kept telling them it was rude and mean.

Assholes.

I mean...

Wah wah!

Igor POV:

I feel like I'm just here to be a contrast to Crybaby.

I mean seriously:

She's 12, I'm 18

She's a Crybaby and I'm emotionless

She has no strengths and I only have mild weaknesses.

Like God, seriously?!

Oh and she was reaped and I volunteered.

SPOILERRRRRRR!

I'm trained in every single martial arts style possible because I need to have something special about me.

CAlso my parents are dead.

LOL!

Despite this I don't suffer from PTSD or anything.

LOL!

My three brothers are also dead cos Lol!

Have I told you I want to overthrow the Capitol.

Lol!

That's why I'm volunteering.

SPOILER!

To pass the time before the Reaping, I begin to strip my victims of their skin and burn their bones in acid.

Mmmmmm! Murder tastes gooooood!

I never used to be a psychopath but then it happened!

Second flashback that no one cares about but has to read anyway

"Yo kid!" Said a Peacekeeper, "We're burning your house down!"

At the time I thought he was joking so I laughed but it turned out to be true.

That night I crept into his house and pulled his... little Peacekeeper off.

I then gouged out his eyes and ate them.

Most fun I'd ever had!

End

Soon my crimes became both worse and tastier.

It's just the circle of life.

Crybaby

After I had finished crying 2 litres per second and had just gone down to 1, I decided to get changed for the Reapings.

I slipped on a black dress and black shoes, a result of originally being submitted to 12 and looked in the mirror. I was pale and skinny with black hair and green eyes. Usually my eyes were puffy and bloodshot but I hadn't been crying as hard recently, a sign of growing up according to my Mom.

After I had cried some more I left for the Reaping.

Igor

Once I had finished playing my victims liver like a guitar I decided to get changed. I put on a midnight black suit, the colour of my soul and walked over to the mirror I somehow owned, despite being homeless.

Because fuck logic.

I was Tall with grey hair reaching to my chin. I had many scars and wounds on my body. I was muscular and I never smiled. I was always sad and miserable. I had a very bony sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad face.

I was one sexy motherfucker!

I once thought about forcing my victim to do that but Fanfictions that involve incest are disgusting and morally wrong and it would be really good if they stopped. *cough* Thundermans fandom *cough.*

After a little while I left for the Reaping.

Crybaby

Slowly, I walked to the town square, despite the fact that I should have been pushed from almost every direction.

Because fuck logic.

Lol.

Sadly, the idea of getting pushed around was enough to make me start crying again. Everyone clapped their hands over their ears because apparently my crying, which was only considered annoying before is now enough to make people's ears hurt.

Because fuck logic.

When I stopped crying Bitch McFuckyou stepped on stage as if we had an empathy link or something.

Because fuck logic.

Hardy har har har ha.

Igor

The Reaping took place in the square despite it being unlikely that it takes place at the same place at every district.

Because fuck logic.

I get into the square when I first hear the crying.

Of course it's Crybaby.

I clap my hands over my ears and finally it stops.

Then our escort: Bitch McFuckyou steps on stage.

She had blue hair as blue as the colour someone turns when you choke them and jade green skin.

Shouldnt eveerrrrryone know that's a fashion faux pas!

Like duh!

Finally things got interesting when she started the actual Reaping part.

Crybaby

"Because not every District is the same, I'm starting with the males!" Says Bitch McFuckyou. Everyone gasps and some people faint.

"Random kid number 467899990"

Someone then volunteers but who cares really. The girls are where it's important.

"Crybaby Jones"

I start crying when I hear that.

Why doesn't anyone remember:

My name is Kathy!

Also I'm going into the Hunger Games and I have to listen to Twilight.

Fuck.

Igor

No one really cares about this part because we've literally just heard about it in Crybaby's POV.

Guys went first, I volunteered, blah blah blah.

Last thing I remember is looking into Crybaby's dark green eyes and feeling something I'd never felt before.

Fear at the amount of decibels she would be able to get up to.

4 to gooooo! And I'm really excited! Do you know why? I'm one review away from 50! Thank you guys sooooo much! I hope it's still as good as when I started and you haven't lost interest in reading it.