I'm not going to apologize for it being too lenghy especially with this chapter or any future chapters but let me know how you like Hazel, Aria, Kicho, , Cameron and Moore. Also if someone doesn't know what Schizophrenia is look it up. I'm laughing at the books. I figured out the small problem concerning 1 tribute, who I think the submitter knows who loves that tribute so much. You'all see in future chapters.

I apologize for Isabella's scene, I felt like there was a story to her blind eye.

Thank you Norbus95, Nightcat, SilverpuffXRavenpaw.

Here is the crazy district known as District 11.

"And you know, back then, the idea of that didn't scare the absolute hell out of me," Holly Schindler, author of A blue so dark.

Hazel Montana (18,11)

"Mom, it's not real," I tried to tell her, hoping that she would just see past it and just listen to me. I despised these little 'episodes' Dad described them as, when he used to live here. I really wished dad was here, so he knows what to do with Mom. Mom had been off her medication ever since Dad had left us after her little 'trip' to District 12, he had gotten so angry at her when she left us and she told him "I wanted to be free and fly." That was a last straw for him because the next day, Dad packed up all his belongings and left us, ignoring our pleas and begs as he disappear in our view.

"The books are going to eat me!" Mom squawked, fear in her tone. I looked at her curiously hoping to see some kind of sign that says that it was going to get better. When she was first diagnose with Schizophrenia, it wasn't really so bad since she had her medication and that didn't cause any improvements just help her with keeping in touch with reality and not slip into a fantasy world. What happened to the life that was so easy, everything perfect. Not dealing with a Schizophrenia mom. What happen to that family we use to be?

"Mom, listen, you're just sick. So why don't you take a nap?" I insisted, hoping she will take a nap and maybe pay a pity visit to Dad before the reaping and be back home before she wakes up. Leaving her alone in the house? I'm afraid to know what she'll do. Maybe she'll wake up and act normal, painting one of her pretty pictures she loves to draw so much, and not destroy or wreck the house.

Mom didn't fight with me when I tucked her in the bed, tightly. Making sure that she won't get into mischief and burn the house down. It's already dangerous enough with mom being a Schizophrenia person and the peacekeepers hasn't killed or torture her yet. I hope nothing bad happens.

I sigh, rubbing my temple with the ongoing headache I currently have especially mom. She isn't usually so bad. Hearing her snores steady and no sign of waking up soon, I open the door and hike all the way to the other side of the District. Dad now lives with his new wife and daughter, in the rich part. Why the heck do I even bother visit him, it's always a pity visit.

"Hi dad," I muttered, sheepishly. Okay, now I regret hiking all the way to the rich part of District 11 just to see Dad and his new family.

"Hazel, I didn't know you were coming today," Dad said, holding a small cup with whiskey in his right hand and his left a new kid. Yeah, well I didn't had anything else to do, I do have a life... Would you like to take care of Mum and her episodes everyday? Oh wait, you left us.

"I was in the neighborhood and thought I would stop by." A lie, but what's do. I'm a liar. A big fat liar.

"Did I hear Hazel here?" Dad's new wife, Victoria said, peeking out from the doorway holding another baby in her arm. Ugh, speak of the bitch slut now. Two twins, I wonder how many times did Dad had sex with her. I don't want to know. She is so damn annoying. "What happened to your long black hair you used to have. The skirts and the dresses you wore?"

"I am a boy now. I stopped wearing girly outfits," I told her.

I had transformed myself into a boy because it didn't feel right of being a girl. I loved playing boy sports. Even though I wasn't accepted a lot but I didn't care. Too me it had only felt natural.

Cameron Axion (15,11)

I lighten up the small cherry bomb that I had made like a month ago. I was known to cause trouble where I went. I had been alone for so long that I had forgotten what it was like to have someone there. My parents had died when I was seven. My parents were fellow rebels and were part of the resistance that the citizens of District 11 had hosted to have change in Panem.

The only reason I had survived when the idiocy, ignorant Peacekeepers searched the house I was living at , probably to find more family members who were part of the resistance. I had hid the attic and peacekeepers just skipped the room.

I tossed the cherry bomb into a house and counted to five until the house had went boom boom and the house was no more. I ran before anyone could identity the suspect that had caused such damage to a house.

I hid behind a wall that was surprisingly still standing but barely. Peacekeepers were called to the scene and knew who had done it...

I had done a similar act like a week ago and they had almost caught me. I was too quick for them and I had concealed myself from others for almost a week because I was so afraid of getting caught and getting sent to jail. I probably had a death sentence but I didn't cared about it.

I saw a small child near me and I pressed my finger on her pale wrist. There was still a pulse but barely. I cleared off the debris off her and carried her away and dropped her somewhere before I had ran off. I was just a rebel who loved causing mayhem not a hero.

Peacekeepers who were patrolling the area caught sight of me and started running after me. I didn't want to be caught so I jumped over a bush and continued to run. I was too fast for them as I lost sight of them. The peacekeepers were just to slow for me.

I grabbed a match from my pocket and lit it. Fire burned the match and I tossed it behind me. The peacekeepers had to deal with something else than me.

I had made it another day without getting caught and I couldn't wait to leave more mayhem behind me as I headed back home.

Aria Lilac (14,11)

I harvested the plants that had grew in the fields. It was harvest time and everyone had helped out. There seemed to be a lot of vegetables this year for the Capitol citizens to enjoy while the people in eleven slave away to their demands. I stayed over night to help the workers carried the baskets of vegetables to the train to be shipped off to the Capitol.

It was so unfair that the Capitol eats all the food and sit in their penthouses and watch the games. I worked a lot to get a wage and my family was still poor. The inhumane treatment that the Capitol treats the citizens in the districts like trash. It was clear that the Capitol favors Districts 1,2 and 4.

I carried the last basket to the train and the Peacekeepers slammed the door shut and shooed everyone away.

I headed back home, hoping that Victoria was still awake. Victoria had been sick with strep throat for a week now. It was devastating that Victoria could not help with the harvest. The peacekeepers had barged in and demanded that they come to the harvest. They had left empty handed as they saw poor Victoria lying in her bed, sick.

Victoria would've been better by now if we had the medicine. We were broke and barely had afford food. I had manage to keep the garden flourish with plants for as long as possible but they had quickly died even with the proper care.

I heard Victoria cough and I gave her a glass of water that was suppose to help with the pain but I wouldn't know. I never had strep throat before, even though the family had got sick a lot due to the lack of nutrients our bodies need.

Mom sighed at me and wished that Dad was still alive. Dad had been dead before Victoria was even adopted. I sat down next to her and watched Victoria go back to sleep. Her eyes had fluttered open for a few seconds before she had closed them.

I sat on the chair bored as I watched Victoria sleeping in her bed. I sat there for a few minutes before dozing off, I had failed to keep my eyes opened and found myself dosing off, hoping that Victoria wouldn't awake up anytime soon and I can catch some sleep.

Moore Livingston (18,11)

"Oh, what a pretty little son you have," someone pinched my cheeks until they turned all rosy. Son, I beg your pardon. I'm a girl...

"Yeah, he's very pretty," Dad said politely to the lady who had just assumed my gender. I was only a mere ten year old that still hasn't entered puberty yet. I hadn't grown breasts yet nor my hips had widen or receiving my menstrual cycle yet, so I'm very lucky that I hadn't got it. I heard that puberty hurts like hell.

"I need clothes," I told my dad.

He nodded and led me to a second hand shop where he picked out all my clothes. A t-shirt, shorts and pants and a few beanies to keep my long hair out of my face. Apparently, it was very common for boys to wear their hair longer and keep it into a ponytail.

He bought the clothes and I wore a black beanie on my head. No one touches my beanie or tries to take it off. Dad had lerned his lesson when he had tried to take off my beanie and put it in the bag full of clothes. I growled at him and he didn't continue.

"Moore, no hats in the house," Mom said.

"But I like this hat," I pouted.

"Fine," Mom eventually gave in.

Jen tried to snag the beanie away from me and I told her not too. She just sat there and pouted.

I ignored her and she continue to pout at me. I had ignored but she had never quit.

Kicho Mutsu (14,11)

I watched Kanzi eat the small grain meal I had prepared. Mom and Dad were dead and I had to take care of Kanzi.

Kanzi had ate all the small grain I had given her, I was just making sure Kanzi would live and she would be a healthy teenager instead of being a teenager who doesn't eat much and probably has an eating disorder.

I ate the small portion that was left that was in the pan and I watched Kanzi get into the small cot that she slept on. If I wanted too, I would had slept next to her but I had something to do. I needed to steal some more food to split between Kanzi and I. I knew I had to steal food, so that Kanzi and I could survive the harsh, cruel environment of District 11.

I braided my black hair and sneaked out of the house. Peacekeepers marched throughout the district, keeping tabs on everyone. If I got caught then it was punishable to death and Kanzi would die without food. I had to get more food and I knew I couldn't get caught.

I hid behind some trash-bags and saw that the coast was clear and I ran for it. There wasn't much stands still opened and it was dead outside like a city full of corpses that looked brutally murdered.

I saw some fresh fruit not far away from where I was currently standing. I stayed hidden in the shadows, careful not to draw too much unwanted attention from myself and picked up a bag full of red apples. I tucked them in my bag and carefully sneaked back home. I knew I should feel guilt about stealing food but it was for a good cause. It should be good for about a week maybe less if it was kept preserved properly and Kanzi and I eat half an apple per day.

I secretly headed back inside and tossed the apples in the cabinet and changed into my pajamas before I went to bed. I cuddled with Kanzi for the night in order to keep her warm.

Kanzi was my only I had left and couldn't let her starve.

The end. I hoped it was good. District 12 will be up by June 3nd sometime before 18:00 mountain time. I find that there are a lot of fourteen year olds in the SYOT, it's a good thing. I hoping I could get my district partner soon so I can start the reaping on the collaboration so that's why I'm doing this a lot. You have to read the separate chapter about Isabella's POV because it would be like 9000 words and that will take a month.

Update: Got my district partner will start writing Lilian today for the collaboration and also I forgot to mention this. I have a season pass to Eliches so I'm going to have so little time to write for the 3rd of this month but i only go if the weather is nice...

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