A/N Hello Hello and Welcome to the District Eight reapings! Apologies if this isn't the best chapter. Thanks 2 Lilah32 for Mandy and Myself for Kristofferson.

Yesterday was my last day of school! So ya, I'm free now. :) I'm going camping in July, So that'll be a short Hiatus, but It'll be fine.

P.S. We only have four Districts after this! 11, 5, 4, 10!

-Ihaveacupofnoodles

Chapter ten: A little *Hand waves* different

Mandy Fairborrow, District Eight (18)

Roderick was nowhere to be seen. The fourteen-year-old seemed to have vanished into thin air. I had gotten a bad grade in school for ranting again, and mom, after a back and forth argument, sent me to go find him instead of dealing with me.

But it's her fault! She doesn't understand me! Nobody does! We all just abide to the Capitol like we can't do anything about it! We aren't dirty rats with no minds of our own!

Of course, nobody wants to rebel. We all just want to stay under the radar.

Pathetic freaks.

All I want is a free PANEM. A free WORLD.

But nobody wants to help. Not. A. Soul.

I dodge my way into the middle school in 8, which only functions 3 times a week. See? This is the asinine things I'm talking about! When I become president, EVERYONE will have an education!

I find Roderick with his nose in a book. Typical. What a bitch.

"HEY!" I yell.

He jumps practically four feet in the air. "What? Is it illegal for you to be silent?" He hisses. "You're disturbing other people!"

"Good. Now chop chop, retard. Mom says you have to clean up for the reapings. I'm going to go meet up with Candice at the bedding factory for a smoke. Don't tell mom where I am."

His eyes cloud and he sighs heavily. "I'll be home." He mutters and sulks off. "God, don't be such a-"

"Ah, Mandy, such a strange thing, seeing you on the day you were out "Sick." You look healthy." A stern voice says behind me.

I whip around. Ah, of course, my Economics teacher. Disgusting.

"I was thinking we could talk about your grades. Today? In my office? Now?"

I spit at him and snarl "Yeah, right. You can kiss my ass."

"Mandy!" yells. But I'm already halfway down the hall.

About half an hour later, I'm behind the bedding factory, a lighter in hand, waiting for the girl with the goods.

"Hey." I hear Candy say.

"Bring the cigs?"

"Yup."

"So, You know that boy named Evan, and he asked me to sign his cast, so I kicked him in the nuts!"

"Hmph. Cool."

"You know why?"

"Why."

"He was probably about to, like, assault me or something. Luring me in to sign his cast, then he would TAKE ME HOSTAGE AND SEND ME TO THE CAPITOL TO BE THE PRESIDENT'S SLAVE AND-"

"Shut up and hand me a cigarette already."

"Why Don't you listen?" She snarks while passing me the pack.

I light a cig and take a puff while Candy rambles on.

"Attention all residents of District Eight, please make your way to the local square for an announcement."

"Well," She sighs, finally out of her rant. "Let's go! One more year, then we'll be free of the Capitol's clutches once and for all!"

"Let's go then. And If we get reaped?"

"Destroy the Capitol."

Kristofferson Frequa, District Eight (14)

It had been seven years since I went to live with my uncle, aunt, and cousin. My father died with the plague that runs around Eight once in a while.

My cousin doesn't like me. Says I'm too "Perfect" He's a little weird, not gonna lie, but It's nice to be part of a family.

Uncle Aidan took me into the clothing factory today. They tried to make it look "Fun." but well, I knew they were just recruiting me. Welcoming me to a life of work.

My cousin and my aunt were there. Aunt Ellise was ironing her green dress for special occasions, and my cousin was fitting a cape over his white shirt with chocolate stains all over it.

"Kristofferson, honey, I'm sorry I didn't get you some water for a bath but just try to clean yourself up.

"Hey, new kid."

"It's been a year, Ash."

"Oh I know, and I can't wait for you to go back to wherever you came from."

"Stop."

"You stop."

"Ash, just get over here and stop bothering your cousin."

About an hour later the walls ring with sound. "Attention all residents of District Eight, please make your way to the local square for an announcement."

"Well, everyone, let's go." Uncle Aidan sighs.

"Welcome, one and all, to the 88th annual Hunger Games! I am simply so so pleased to be here in District Eight!" Ashliegh, our escort, adds a hint of disgust when she says "District Eight."

"Well, ladies first, then!"

Silence.

She digs through the bowl full of papers. I suck in a breath.

"Mandy Fairborrow"

An angry screech emerges from the crowd.

"YOU SICK FUCKS! YOU SICK MOTHER- YOU KNOW WHAT? NO! NO! NO! YOU ALL DESERVE TO ROT IN HELL! IS THIS SOME KIND OF SICK JOKE?!" A girl -I presume Mandy- screams as she stomps her way up to the stage.

"I. HATE. YOUUUUUUUUUU!" She squeals. She kicks at the girls bowl, but she's restrained by Peacekeepers.

"Oh… Great. Now, for the boys, I guess?"

She makes her way over to the boys bowl and selects a name from deep inside the bowl.

"Ash Frequa."

Oh god.

Ash looks around in his innocent little way, his innocent little cape, Oh no."

"Excuse me? Excuse me? I'd like to volunteer as tribute!"

"Oh! Um, great."

I come up to the stage as my brain screams at me that I'm an idiot.

"GREAT! THIS BOY RIGHT HERE WILL BE HELPING ME! HELPING ME REBEL!"

"Uhm, I'd rather not, actually!"

"Shuttup you Cappy."

I look at Ash, who's shoved his cape over his head and is sobbing into it.

I wish I could be with him.