155 holla! Thanks for the people that continue to review. Not so much thanks to the fever that is infecting my body.

You think that you know

What your body's getting into

But nobody's here to save you

It's been awhile

Since I tapped into my appetite

But the hunger's coming back tonight

The more that you fight

The more that you're mine

I'll keep you forever

Viola Reginald- District 8 Female

"Leave the money on the dresser." I say as the unnamed man gets up from the bed and begins putting his clothes back on.

He just waves me off, but leaves the money where I asked. He leaves the room in a hurry.

I'm sure you're thinking the same question that everyone always asked me. "Viola. Why are you a prostitute?"

It's not like it's the first choice that I had. I didn't wake up one morning and say I'm going to go sleep with someone for money. Little girls don't dream of this life. They have this life thrust upon them. I had this thrust upon me.

My Dad walked out when I was 12 and my brother was 10. I'll spare you the details on the messy divorce that ensued and chop it all down to two statements. Mom is a cold hearted little bitch, and Dad is a pansy ass wanna be Peacekeeper who couldn't pass the physical.

Dad lives on the other side of District 8 with his new family. I have no care as to what my Mom does, because honestly I don't feel like she cares.

Then there is Bari, who is my younger brother. Bari is a little punk. I gave up so much for him. So he could survive. So I could survive...and he's an ungrateful brat. When he found out what I was doing, instead of telling me that I don't have too, and I'm his sister I don't have to do that for him. Little brat called me a slut. Infact I'm thinking of changing my name to slut because of how often he calls me that.

Considering the hand I've been dealt however I'm pretty great at getting what I want. Actually, I almost always get what I want. I'm already a prostitute. Might as well go the full 9 yards. I think that's the problem with people though. They're scared of accepting who they are.

I know I'm a bad person. Honestly, I wouldn't want to be friends with me if I wasn't me already. How am I any different though than the baker who has a wife and two kids at home. that comes and sees me every Thursday? Or the little old lady that steals apples off the venders cart at the square every other day?

I may be a bad person, but I'm an honest bad person. I'll tell you to your face I'm not someone you want to mess with. These people though are still hiding behind the notions that they are actually decent.

I walk out of the room where I conduct my business operations and walk out of the building that holds it. Reaping days are always the busiest for me. A bunch of Dads are nervous that their precious little children are going to get reaped and have to go into the Hunger Games. I have no idea how that helps them but it sure helps me.

"Hey Viola." says the weird old man that says hi to me everyday when he sees me walking down the street.

"I already told you creepy old man. Pay up or get lost."

"Where are you off too?" he ask as he follows me

"To the Reapings? Where everyone should be headed too."

"Since when are you a rule follower?"

"Since I don't want to be hanged? Bye creepy old fart."

I continue down the street and go into the check out line for the Reapings.

"Hey slut."

"Bari, always a pleasure."

The Peacekeeper takes my hand and pricks my blood to check me in.

"How many men today? 8? 9?"

"Lost track." I say sarcastically. The answer is actually 1 for all that are curious.

"Nasty man." says Bari as he walks over to the 15 year old boy section.

"You know what you little prick?!" I say loudly so everyone can listen, they all turn and do exactly as I want them too. "I'm tired of you down talking me for saving your ass! Everything I've done has literally been for you!'

He turns around and notices everyone staring at us. "Don't try and play the noble card. You took the easy way out. You did all this for you."

"YOU THINK I WANTED TO SLEEP WITH PEOPLE FOR MONEY?!"

He turns a shade of bright red and walks to the 15 year old boy section. This time walking deeper and going into the middle of the crowd rather than standing on the edge.

I walk over to the 17 year old girl section and take my place. About 6 minutes later the District Escort comes on stage.

I walk this empty street

On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams

Where the city sleeps

And I'm the only one and I walk alone

Asprin Allenns- District 8 Male

"Leave the money on the dresser."

I wave her off. Whatever. I know the drill it's not like we haven't done this before. I leave the money on the dresser and walk out the door.

Frank is standing outside the room waiting. He's my Dad's old muscle man, but after I poisoned Dad and took over the ring Frank stayed loyal. He's now my second in command.

"Boss, they found Stan."

"Perfect, let's take care of this."

I didn't choose this life. Rather this life chose me. I was born from a woman on the wrong side of the tracks and a drug lord. When I was 5 my mother was killed by opposing gangs trying to stick it to my Dad, and by the time I was 8 he had tracked them down and taken care of them.

Little was done to block my exposure to this world. When I say little I mean nothing at all was done. I was always doomed to a life of drug exposure, and selling. Constantly having to watch my back for opposing gang members trying to further stick it to my dad. Constantly having to watch my Dad's own members. Mutiny is not something that is uncommon in this kind of situation.

We arrive to the place where they found Stan holed up in. An abandoned wearhouse. Come on Stan. At least make this difficult.

I walk into the room to see Stan tied to a chair and my men surrounding him. The guns that we have from bribing the Peacekeepers cocked and ready to go in their hands pointing at him.

"Stan."

"Pl-please. Asprin. I'll have your money just- just don't do this."

"Look, I've given you 3 extensions already. I don't have time for these games anymore."

"Asprin I'm your uncle."

"Should have thought about that buddy." I look at Frank and nod. "You know what to do."

To stay on top you have to do some things you aren't proud of. Nobody ever said that the climb was easy. I owe it to my Dad.

I guess I got interrupted halfway through the story. I was my Dad's second in command. He was a bad man. I was tired of the ways that we had to stay on top. I'm still tired of the ways we had to stay on top. So I thought if I took over I could change things.

That was the dumbest thought I ever had. I remember that situation like it was yesterday. I poisoned Dad's beer, not enough to kill him. Just enough to make him not be able to lead anymore. He always assumed it was one of his men. Not me.

I thought that by me being in charge in charge I would be able to change the ring. However, if anything it got worse. People see a 17 year old kid running a drug operation, and a lot of opposition strikes up.

Luckily, my dad had loyal to a fault men. So here I am. The show must go on. I must continue the family legacy.

"It's taken care of Boss."

Frank appears behind me cleaning his hands with a towel.

"You're getting good at that." I say, "I didn't even hear him scream."

We walk down the street and continue to discuss how we are going to get payment for Stan's incompetency.

"I think I'm going to volunteer." I say

Frank stops dead in his tracks. He turns to me and then starts to laugh. He then sees I'm serious and stops again.

"Boss, where is this coming from?"

"I'm tired of not being able to implement the changes that I want to see in this ring. I'm constantly having to check myself, and check my morals each time I do something like this. I just can't do it. Frank I'm not my Dad."

"Should have thought about that before you poisoned him, kid."

It was my turn to stop dead in my tracks. "How do you know?"

"Because I'm not stupid." he says, "you better get to the reapings. Today is a big year for you."

Delta Orion- District Escort

"Hello District 8! Welcome to the Reapings for the 17th Games!"

The crowd cheers and everyone is clapping politely, however you can tell the cheers are forced, and what the camera in front of me doesn't see is the Peacekeepers holding up guns behind them.

"Ladies first!"

I walk over to the ladies bowl and pull out an envelope. I walk back to the microphone and unwrap the paper. "Viola Reginald."

A girl with curly red hair walks up to the stage. She looks scared, but when she remembers there is a camera on her she smiles and walks up and hugs me.

"Hello." she says

"Hi." I say confused because outer districts are never excited to be reaped.

She walks to the back of the stage with a hair flip and a strut and sits in the seat. I walk over to the boys bowl and pull out the top envelope. I see a boy on the outer part of the 18 year olds fidget, and I freeze for a moment thinking we might have a volunteer. He stirs, and I raise my eyebrow waiting but he doesn't say anything.

"Asprin Allenns" I read aloud

I watch as the same boy who was fidgety walks up to the stage. How ironic.

"Nice to meet you." he says as he goes and walks off the stage to the justice building.

Viola Reginald-District 8

We both decided to skip our goodbyes. Mostly because we know we wouldn't have anybody to come say bye to us. He sits on the far end of the train. Funny how the only customer I had today is the same guy that I'll be competing in the games with.

"Well this is awkward isn't it?"

He glances up and stares. "Let's not do this."

Delta turns to us while she is supervising the loading up of the reaping stuff onto the compartment.

"Oh, do you two know each other."

"We slept together this morning." I say

She widens her eyes and tries to say something, but Asprin interruputs.

"We aren't together. I'm a drug Lord and she's a prostitute."

She just sits there completely in shock.

"This is going to be a long train ride." I mutter to myself.

This is going to be a long rest of the reapings. Not really. We have 4 more. Holy cow.

Who did you like better? Viola or Asprin?

Predictions?

I will never write any type of sex scene ever. Don't worry. I don't know if you guys were worrying, but I just felt the need to say it.

Keep it classy,

Caleb