So this was actually the first district I completed!

District 11:

Alessandro- MoonlessGalaxy

Vissie- I believe in nargles too

Vissie Tera

15

~I'm sorry and I apologise mean the same thing. Until you're at a funeral~

I run out of my small house, breathing in the fresh air. I'd like to say it's cool but 11 is swelteringly hot, even in the winter.

Everyday I jog in the morning. Not for any reason really, but I like to feel the punting of my feet and the swing of my arms. It makes me feel alive.

All too soon my run is over and I walk into our bathroom to shower. My hair is in dreadlocks, something my mother rebelled furiously against, so I only need to wash it once a week.

I walk downstairs, hugging my mother and brother Dova, for breakfast we have some fruit.

Typical. We always have fruit. It gets boring but I know that if I ever tried to bring it up to my mother she'd roll her eyes. We can afford other things but my mother likes Routine. Everyone in my family does.

Except me. Routine bores me.

"Could you go to the shop and get some eggs for tea Vissilea?"

No one except my mother calls me Vissilea. It's Vissie.

"Yeah sure." It gets me out the house.

I walk into the market and over to the egg stall. I pick up a dozen brown eggs and pay the surly chicken keeper with the money mother gave me. I hate eggs bit everyone in my family eats them so I can choke them down.

I'm not fussy.

I jog back to the house and thunder in.

"Oh Vissilea." My mother groans. "One of the eggs are cracked!"

"Shit!" I mutter. Mother looks up but I don't think she heard me.

I walk into my bedroom and change out of my workout clothes and into my Reaping outfit. I'm not one for dresses so I have a simple floaty grey T-shirt and black leggings.

I look ok.

"Bye Mother!" I call, jogging out of the house, "Love you!"

"Love you too Vissilea!"

I roll my eyes.

Alessandro Lionheart

18

~I'm going to say this as politely as possible. I will fuck you up~

I hang upside down to the sound of the imaginary applause.

"Alright wonder boy, that's enough." For a second I tense up but then I swing up to see the guy I respect the most.

"Jealous Wolfie?" I give him a cheeky grin. He knows I don't mean it. He's a master with the wolves, being able to get them to act like domesticated dogs. They tolerate, even like me, but they don't act like they do with him.

When I was a kid, I was terrified of wolves, I lived gapping with my perfect family. A mummy a daddy and two children. When I was 6, something happened, I can't remember and I'll never know. All I know is that I'm now blind in my left eye, torn apart by a scar.

My family kicked me out, a half blind kid was no use to them. For a few months I lived on the streets, begging for the smallest of scraps.

Then Wolfie took me in.

It wasn't really intentional, he had food and asked me to follow him. Maybe that rings a stranger danger bell in your head but I was 6 years old and starving.

When we got to the campsite, yes campsite, everyone took a liking to me. It was weird, I hadn't had many friends so it was weird.

There was one difference about this campsite.

It's a circus.

We don't put on ridiculous clown shows, no. The few kids are all trained in acrobatics and we pick one animal to learn how to handle. Horses, pigs or wolves.

Most kids choose horses, a few pigs. I didn't get to chose. Wolfie took me under his wing and I got wolves.

In 11, kids are told horror stories about how if they're bad wolves will eat you. This left me with a crippling fear of them. Of course, when it was revealed I would be training with them, I wasn't happy.

Now, I love them. Around my age is where we chose to leave or stay. Everyone loves the circus but if a peacekeeper finds one of us alone and vulnerable, we'll be dead in seconds. Leaving is the only way to stop that.

Even with the dangers, I'd never leave. I love the circus.

After all, that's all Panem provide the bread and circus.

I walk away from the trapeze and walk into my trailer. I pick out a gold waistcoat and white shorts. Normally, we are doing so much acrobatics the names can go shirtless, but not for the Reaping. I don't bother putting any shoes on, the ground doesn't hurt me, my feet have adjusted.

I go around, saying goodbye to all the animals, just in case. Soon I am done, and with a slight air of sadness I leave for the Reaping.

Vissie Tera

"So Vis!" My friend says giggling, "Got any crushes?"

I've told her many times, I'm asexual AND aromantic but she doesn't care. She just tells me I haven't found the right guy.

I'm not even sure I like her that much but she's the only one that puts up with my awkward sense of humour. I hate the fact I have to change myself to hang out with her but I don't want to feel lonely.

Maybe it's manipulative but I don't care.

Our 'conversation' is cut short by the escort stepping on stage.

"Hello everyone! Time to murder two of you!" She says. Or not exactly but that's the gist of it. To be honest I kinda zoned out.

"Vissilea Tera!"

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. I jog onto the stage, more angry than ever before. It is a hard struggle to not throttle the escort here and now but I'll wait for the train.

"Alessandro Jasons!"

Its a weird name but I can't really say anything. My name sounds like something from district 4.

A boy in weird clothing steps up, slowly and deliberately. He looks as pissed as me.

"Shake hands then children!" Our escort is way too peppy.

I scowl and he quirks his eyebrow slightly.

"Do you think she'd make a speech at my funeral? She'd piss everyone off so much they'd stop mourning me." I nearly clap my hand over my mouth, people hate my humour!

He just laughs.

Alessandro Ligonheart

Lionheart isn't my real last name, it's the one I go by now, but if I ever get reaped, theyd use my original surname. Honestly, I don't even know if my name is even still registered. Of course, I get my blood taken but I always escape before questions are asked.

The space I have in the square is too small and I feel constricted. The pressure on my arms is almost unbearable. I'm used to fresh air and this just feels too warm and uncomfortable.

Horrid.

Finally our escort makes an appearance, Albight, not a pleasant one.

She uses her normal speech and then:

"Vissilea Tera." A girl with dreadlocks steps out onto the stage, mouthing something under her breath.

"Alessandro Jasons."

Oh look at that. I am in the system.

Wonderful.

Vissie Tera

"Goodbye Vissilea!" My mother says.

I don't even roll my eyes.

"I love you guys." I say to my family. I didn't appreciate them enough and now I'm paying the price.

I would give anything to be back in the morning.

"You could win Vissie." Says Dova. "You're fast and..." He putters out.

I'm not likable and I never will be. The best I can hope for is being good in the challenges.

I can't even guarantee that.

I fucking hate the Capitol.

Allessandro Lionheart

I don't expect any visitors, anyone from the circus sticks as far away from this area as possible.

So when the door opens and a girl, who art of looks like a female version of me walks in I obviously look surprised.

"Alessandro! I've been trying to track you down for years!"

At first I am confused. Then I realise. "Is it really you Bissi?" She's maybe the only biological family member I don't despise. Maybe I thought I didn't love her anymore but I think seeing her opened up a dam.

"You have to win." She says. "So we can get to know each other."

I find myself nodding. "Okay."

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