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Ivan Tribble (18,8)

I stared at the shiny diamond that I had found at one of the factory. I wanted to find a ruby or sapphire but this would work. I had a large collection of stolen valuable possessions people had had. Everyone knew where the missing valuables had went to; the Tribble family.

Many people just stopped looking for their missing valuables. It was not like they could call the peacekeepers over as there was not a lot of peacekeepers in eight.

I had walked out of the house and saw a guy reaching for his wallet to pay for he item he was buying. I raced over there and snatched the wallet way from them. I raced over to an alleyway and opened the wallet. There was only ten dollars in the wallet and a few cents but I never cared about the money I was too interested in the broken silver chain the guy had in his wallet.

It was glittering and I can keep this. It looked like it was missing a charm or something on it. I put it away hastily in my pocket. I dropped the wallet and headed towards the reaping.

I was crazy that I wanted to volunteer this year. It was practically suicide that I was going to volunteer this year. I was from eight and in eight no one volunteers for anyone. Only siblings had volunteered for their sisters or brothers.

There was a lot of shiny jewelry and artifacts. There was no artifacts in eight and it had made my collection of stolen jewelry dull. Since the second rebellion, my family had stole countless of items from citizens in eight. They had taught me and I was very thankful that my parents had taught me their sneaky skills and their quick fingers when it had came to grabbing possessions.

I had started stealing when I was eleven and was nearly good as them.

I waited until the escort had bounced on stage and grabbed three random slips from each bowl. Now all I had to do was wait until the tribute was a boy to volunteer.

The escort had called out a boy name and I volunteered. Everyone was shocked that there was a volunteer from eight.

Esther Loom (15,8)

I took many notes about algebra. Many people had fell asleep during the discussion but I wanted to get an A on the test and midterms. I kept my pencil ready to start writing but Mr. Figgs had ended the discussion. I stared at the test the teacher handed back. A freaking B+, and I had even studied for it. I should've gotten A. How bad would it my report card will be? I got all A's in every class, and been a good girl, followed the rules, don't say cuss words, and never got detention in my life unlike everyone else in my class. All they care about is money, food, and clothes unlike me.

"Remember class, after the reaping we will began algebra," the teacher, Mr. Figgs told us. Everyone groaned, as they put away their notes and homework into their binders.

"Mr. Figgs?" I said. "Do you have a moment so that we could discuss of why I got a B+?"

"I don't think you double checked your answers... Like on problem 34, when you miscalculated the question putting 32 instead of 33," Mr. Figgs explained.

"Okay," I said, my voice dropping to above a whisper.

"Don't get discourage, simple mistakes happen, Miss Loom," Mr. Figgs reassured.

I walked out with every step, getting discourage.

Angora waited for me at my locker, "How did you do on the math test?" She asked.

"A B+," I said, putting my jacket on. "You?"

"A C," She replied. "I thought I would've failed it... So what do you think of the new kid?"

"Who?" I demanded.

"Oh you know, Joshua. He has an eye for you like everyone else in the District..." Angora trailed off.

"Really?"

She nodded, "You're just to innocent to go out with them."

"I don't care."

I didn't like the people in the District. I was too pretty and people had stopped in their paths and tried to get a glimpse of me while I had walked past them. I wasn't the usual person in the district but I had long black hair and beautiful skin to match it. They were just to indecent for me.

Tatter Ruch (16,8)

I had put the white, ordinary sheet on the assembly line. I never had any other choice to do besides work. There was no Good education. I wished that there were more scholarly opportunities in eight. I could be reading or doing math homework right now but no. All I do was put clothes on the and straighten them.

I wouldn't mind being at school. There was so little schools in eight, that most of the kids had to get jobs just to get an income coming to their families.

I never had went to school nor stepped foot in one. I have a brilliant mind and it was going to waste working. It was the only way to make money and Mom and I had food on the table.

I multiplied a few numbers in my head while I straighten the clothes on the assembly. It was boring but I knew I had to do it.

"Need any help?" Someone asked.

I decline and continued to work. I finished straightening the clothes on the assembly line and headed back.

Mom greeted me as I entered through the door. Darton had stood behind her. He didn't smile as he saw me.

"What are you doing here?" I asked Darton. Darton should be with his wife and kids not with us.

"I can not say hi to my family," Darton said, his voice suggested that he was hurt but I knew he wasn't.

"That's enough you too. Why can't you two get along just for an hour?" Mom snapped

The answer was simple we were never close. Darton was older and we had never seen each other a lot.

Twyla Sheathes (15,8)

I woke up on the slight uncomfortable bed. I missed the apartment, and the happy life I used to have before that incident that got my mother arrested and the landlord had kicked us out. I don't miss my mother not that much anymore, she betrayed us and hurt us. Mother destroyed our life and family; She broke my father leaving him depressed and not spending time with Sash and I, throwing himself into work trying some money. Sash, she cried a lot at random moments. And I, I hate her. Lea chose to rebel more than spending time with me.

"Late night?" I asked.

Sash nodded and fell on her bed and started to sleep. The factory wanted Sash to work over night with a small pay of 3.40$ per hour. We barely had food, with Dad's cut paycheck and Sash's and I paycheck, we had barely even afford food, and clothing. We would still be a happy family, living in a comfy apartment, having extra money if only Lea didn't chose to rebel, and even knew people who were rebels.

~Nine years ago~

The harsh knock was heard, and we were frightened. No one we knew had a loud and harsh knock but that only meant one thing; peacekeepers. What did we do?

Swift answered the door and there stood four or five peacekeepers standing in the doorway. "Lea Sheathes, you are under arrest for having connections with rebels and accused of being a rebel," one of the peacekeepers said.

Sash and I clung to mother, afraid to move. We were absolutely terrified, our hearts had beated hard in our chests, so loudly that probably everyone could hear it.

Lea must had understood what they said, she hugged us really tight and kissed us one last time before she came quietly to the peacekeepers. Her fate and current status is unknown, since last time I heard she was thrown in jail and we knew nothing else.

~Now~

Sash rolled over onto her side, sleeping peacefully on the slightly uncomfortable bed. A price for living in a factory dorm, with its cramp living places. I stared at her for a few minutes then got ready for work.

I headed downstairs and got to where I work at; the weavers. I hoped someday that I would be a senior designer or even better, a dress designer. But sadly, I work as a weaver but maybe someday I might get a promotion and maybe possibly a raise.

The needle poked my finger, it didn't hurt as much as it did when I first started working at the factory. After mother got thrown into jail, Sash and I had to work more just to get food and all the necessary items we need.

I continued to weave and put away everything neatly and headed towards the dorm, Sash cooked some dinner and we ate in silence, never really talking and slept peacefully on the bed.

The sun shone brightly in the room waking Sash and I up. We yawned, and I walk sleepily to the bathroom, to take a shower. I turned on the water and I almost screamed as the hot water sprayed on my pale back. I quickly turn on the cold water before the water temperature was the way I liked it.

I got dress and ate something. Small and healthy, that way I could have more energy to last until lunch.

Sash and I chose our reaping outfits and we did our hair. We are planning to have lunch after the reaping. Another year that we weren't reaped.

We walked to the reaping, with me frowning at the people and the reaping. We signed in and the escort Ella had bounced on stage and she picked three slips for the girls and three slips for the boys.

She opened one at random and called out, "Xander Hoptins."

A small whimper was heard throughout the reaping but someone person decided he was crazy enough to shout "I volunteer!" It was practically suicide to volunteer in eight.

"Chantelle Lace."

"Burton Waver."

"Esther Loom."

"Tatter Ruch."

"And last but not least..." She open the slip and read, "Twyla Sheathes."

I froze, unable to move. But my name was in there twelve times. First, mother was taken from us and now me? Why was the family falling a part.

I stomped and frowned to the stage. My footsteps echoed loudly with each step I took. I didn't want to be reaped...

Burton Weaver (16,8)

I handed a note to Twyla. I was one of the lucky children in eight as I was able to go to school and get a good education. My parents were poor but they had worked a lot to send Reese and I to school.

Reese and I always hanged out with each other including Twyla.

She smiled and focused back on the math problems we were supposed to be doing. I had no clue where too start and it was too hard for me to do so I just gave up.

I never understood math which is why I had a bad grade in math. I understood other subjects but it was never math.

We were never going to need these subjects. In district 8, we were as poor as District 12. That was a bad example since District 12 was poorer than district 8 was. Everyone in eight was already working. Reese and I were thankful that our parents worked their hardest so that Reese and I didn't had to work and we could go to school.

I pushed aside my math problems and just sat there bored out of my freaking mind. The teacher just sat at the desk, just doing nothing.

Other students were just doing their work while I just sat there not doing anything.

Twyla gave me a quick glance at my sheet but she didn't commented anything just finished her work.

Chantelle Lace (15,8)

I grabbed my red thread and sewing needle out of my sewing kit. I wanted to create Saffron a dress for the party I was throwing her. Saffron was excited for the party and she had asked me to create a dress for her to wear.

I was always good at designing things and wanted to be a designer when I grow up. I had created many sketches on dresses in my small notebook I had thrown together. I studied the fashion the Capitol had always wore and got a few good ideas from what they had wore. The history books had given me a few ideas.

I looked off from the dress and looked at the notebook and saw what I have to do next in order to complete the dress. There was red on the sleeves and Saffron wanted the sleeves to reach her forearms.

At last I had finished and called Saffron to try on the dress. Saffron changed out her clothes and put on the dress.

"Do you like it?" I asked her. I examined the dress on her and it suites her. Saffron's dark hair had matched the ashes from a fire. Her green eyes looked gorgeous on it. She looked like a fire princess.

"I love it," Saffron responded.

I nodded and helped Saffron take off the dress. She put her clothes back on and exited my room. I folded the dress and put it in my drawer. I grabbed a stubby color pencil from my collection and filled in a page from my design notebook.

I created another outfit as I looked at the history book about the dark days I pulled out. The rebels and the Capitol had fought and I designed a gray outfit with a tight but it covered the arms and black pants. It looked pretty athletic.

I wished I was grown up right now so I could apply at a factory to work as a designer as my first step then I would move on from that and see if the Capitol had realized my potential to become a designer and invite me over to the Capitol to design.

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