Sorry it took so long. I kept forgetting to hit save so I WROTE THIS CHAPTER SO MANY STINKING TIMES anyways shout out to InfinityBook and JStar14H Also, I got notified about Cottonmotuh's Peacekeeper status. Fixed!

One week and four days until the Reaping, District 11

Nathan Cottonmouth's POV

CRASH!

Startled, I woke up on the floor once again. Silently cursing my epilepsy, I stood up. I nearly jumped when I looked toward the door. My dad was leaning against the door frame. If you didn't think he looked scary with his deeply tanned skin, stone faced stare, and twisted sneer, your mind would be changed once you saw him in his peacekeeper uniform with his whip attached to his belt. You see, he has been close to getting the position of head peacekeeper for eleven as long as I can remember. The only thing I knew for sure was that I needed to protect my real family from him. Anyways, I knew he at least wasn't here to arrest me. I hadn't done anything wrong.

"Uh, excuse me?" I asked. "Why are you here. I mean, not why are you in the house, because you own the house, I mean, why are you here here." My eyes kept drifting to the whip at his belt, the whip he was most likely itching to use.

"Oh, I came to get you," Peacekeeper Cottonmouth answered in a deep voice. "All of the District is receiving an announcement this morning."

"Oh, that's all?" I asked, my voice shaking.

"Yes, now come on, if you're going to keep up the family legacy, you need to become more punctual." And with that, he walked out of the room.

I grumbled as I got dressed. I just decided to wear my work clothes, no use wearing anything else. I kept thinking about what my father said. If you're going to keep up the family legacy. Our legacy. I know my father's great-great-great-great-great grandfather or something was the among the first Peacekeepers in eleven, but did that really mean every male in the family had to follow in his footsteps? Well, then that legacy would end with me. President Polot would never accept a Peacekeeper who woke up from a seizure nearly every morning. I touched the newest scar, the one on my right cheek. I decided right then and there that, if I did turn out to be a Peacekeeper, I would loosen the whip my father holds around the district, and our family.

Ambrosia McIntosh's POV

"Oh my stars, darling!" My mother exclaimed. "You look horrendous! Don't you know there's an important announcement today?"

"Yeah, I do," I responded. "What's it to you?"

My mom looked horrified. "Come come, I'll fix you up."

Before I knew it, I was "Beautiful" from head to toe. My long, frizzy black hair was now smooth and slightly curled down my back. My mom sprayed a tad of makeup on my face, and I was wearing my reaping outfit. A gold colored sundress with long sleeves, white gloves, black tights, and silver flats. I was disgusted. If I could, I would wear a gray tee shirt, ripped pants, and cowboy boots to The Reaping.

"Perfect!" My mom sang. She then left me alone, saying she'll come grab me in a few minutes.

I took a deep breath. I knew the reason my mom got me so dressed up. She wanted me to impress my fiance, Jon. He was a rich young man, but I knew for a fact from an overheard conversation that he only wanted me for a trophy, and my parents wanted him so he could give them money. Unfortunately for me, there was no turning back.

My mom came back in a few minutes later, and I followed her to the square. We were halfway down the street when I heard the deafening horror of a whip crack. Ignoring my mother, I whipped around. It was Peacekeeper Cottonmouth.

Nathan Cottonmouth's POV

I was leading my family to the square when I heard the crack of a whip behind me. Knowing it was my father, I turned quickly. My sister, Suzie had tripped in the street, and my dad was getting his whip ready as his mind went through all possible laws she could have broken, if any. My fists clenched, as I knew there was a law. An old fashioned one from when the Cottonmouth legacy first started, but a law nonetheless. If a lady who has yet come of age shows carelessness in the streets, she shall face a penalty of fifteen whippings.

My father got a smile on his face as he remembered, and raised his whip. Without thinking, I grabbed it. It slipped out of my shocked father's hands, and I held onto it for dear life. I really did, If anyone steals the property of a Peacekeeper, and the Peacekeeper recieves it again, the criminal will recieve a life sentence to the Capitol Justice Building.

I noticed a girl on the other side of the street. She had slightly curled hair, dark skin, and looked as if she belonged in the Capitol. I mouthed that I was fine, and she needed to go. She sprinted after who I assumed was her mom, and I turned my attention back to my father.

"Try me," I hissed, but my dad just smiled.

"You could've just asked, Nathan!" He exclaimed.

I was shocked. Why would I? Instead, I held it over my knee.

"Leave Suzie alone," I told him. "Or I break this, go the the Capitol, and the legacy dies."

Ambrosia McIntosh's POV

I sped away from the scene. I think that was Nathan, and I knew he would be fine. When we were in the square, I did spot him, unharmed. His dad looked slightly embarrassed though.

I directed my attention to the mayor, who was know walking up to the mic.

"Hello," her voice was deep and emotionless, like normal. "As we know, the Reapings are coming up. I hope everyone will enjoy the festivities. Anyways, I am here to announce our new head peacekeeper. Peacekeeper Cottonmouth."

I was surprised. W-why?

Hope you guys enjoyed looking into District 11! Honestly, Peacekeeper Cottonmouth has almost nothing to do with the plot, but I figured him being upgraded to Head would make an interesting introduction. Anyways, there's still spots open, so you can still submit tributes!