Char(d3done)

"I don't care about you, just me. Don't ya see? I am the party queen of district three. Why did I just rhyme? Now I feel like killing the next person who rhymes. I stop talking for a moment." "I am Char. I go to bars." "Shut the fuck up Tommy! I push my annoying friend away and-" Will you stop talking out loud what your doing. It's freaking me out." "Fine! I will stop! Just go away! My friend is such a bitch." "I heard that! Your still doing that weird thing again!" I push Tommy away, out of the room, and close the door. He is so annoying sometimes. I am glad my parents aren't home or they would be having a fit over what I was doing to the house. My parents are some of the few wealthy members of district three, my father creating a new sound system for the capitol, and my mother creating a cool effects device capitol directors use for their movies. Both were big hits in the capitol and got us a ton of money. Right now dad's sound system was set up in the living room and there were large tables of alcohol and drugs along with quite a few snacks. My parents and peacekeepers would have a fit. Well, except for the peacekeepers we were inviting who wouldn't tell anyone and would look the other way as we take the drugs.

~~~~~Later That Night~~~~~

My long arms are up in the air. My long brown hair is whipping around me wildly as it always does when I'm dancing. The sound system that my dad created is up loud enough to be fun. I feel a tapping on my shoulder and Tommy is right behind me. "Dance with me." he says with a huge grin. I smile too and he pulls me to an area where we could dance together, just as a slow dance comes on. I don't remember putting that on the track, but now Tommy's hand is on my waste and my small head with my huge forehead is on his shoulder. Then I look up into his eyes, and he moves forwards, and I wake up.


I walk downstairs, my head aching most likely from to much alcohol last night. I know that last part was a dream for a fact, but I did host a party last night and got really drunk. My brown eyes bleary and tired I see the mess I have made from last night. Snacks littered the floor, alcohol is spilled everywhere, and ugh, what is that? I rub my large forehead and then move my hair to cover it. I tiredly walk into the kitchen. I see my parents there. It must be a hallucination of some sort because they weren't supposed to be back by today. Then one of them says, "Hi sleepy head. Your grounded until you don't live in our house." My eyes widen. Ripred it's them. "What! But you can't do that!" I shout in my already loud voice. "Don't sass us like you always do miss sassy pants," my dad says, a glower on his face, "You are still living here with us and while you do, we have complete jurisdiction over you." "Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-" "-What was that." "Nothing." I march upstairs to my room, my long legs carrying me in swift strides.

I grunt as I plop down in front of my mirror, I sigh as I look at myself. Pimples starting to pop up around my large forehead, I move to cover it with my hair again even though On knew it was useless as my hair always falls down to my sides. I get up and let my body plop down onto my bed. I wish Tommy was here. He wasn't actually at the party last night which was why I knew it was a dream. He had to be at his work unfortunately. He's nineteen and I'm eighteen. He's out of the games. I still have a chance of getting picked to die a horrible death. I mean honestly. Even if I am picked there is no hope whatsoever for me. I'm just a party girl from district three with thin, weak arms and a frail body which I only hide by adding a bit of padding to my clothes which I don't let show. The moment I was reaped that padding would be taken away from me and my thin, skeletal body would be exposed.

I stare into my eyes, my dark glittering green eyes and imagine what it would be like in the Capitol. I imagine myself as an even richer girl with makeup, wonderful food, cute mutts prancing around me. If only I lived there instead of here in district three where most people live off of rats found in the gutters. I don't have very many friends here even, my only true friend is Tommy and really only peacekeepers who are a bit older than me come to the parties because everyone else dislikes me because they think I'm a snotty rich girl. Truth be told, I am a snotty rich girl, but I wish others could give me a chance like Tommy did.

Ever since I was born people had thought of me like that. I was born in this very same house, maybe with less photo's of Mace Emberstatt, Julian Byrzze, and Leon Krigal up around my walls, but it was still the same house. A year ago my parents had released their new technology to the Capitol and bought this house off the money they made. I grew up getting what I wanted, when I wanted. At school, everyone thought I was just a rich kid. That's what I was labled as and I grew into the persona. I teased people who had less than me in school, I seduced a lot of boys into my bed in recent years, a lot of stuff.

Then came Tommy. I was only in first grade and all alone when he came. I was struggling on one of the complex problems they give in school, even something in first grade. He gave me chance and became my best friend. He sat down next to me which was odd because normally people stayed away from me. He helped me with the problem and we started talking and playing together during and after school. Pretty soon I developed a crush on him, maybe around sixth grade, but please don't tell him I said that because I bet he would tease me in that annoying way of his and then I would get super embarrassed and my pale cheeks would flush like they always do.

Anyways, I joined an acting class when I was in seventh grade. My parents payed for it, but let me tell you this, even though I enjoyed it, I had absolutely no talent whatsoever for acting. I tried and kept trying, and failing. I can't even lie to my own parents without bursting out into shaky laughter.

Now here is an important part. You might have heard earlier how my voice was slightly raspy. You see, that's because I have asthma and I live in district three. It's not a good mix especially because the air here I'd full of smoke and other pollutants. My parents tried their best, getting this house near the edge of the district and everything, but it still effects me. Sometimes I wake up in the night gasping for breath, and because medicine for anything is hard to come by in the district, even for the wealthier population, I can rarely get my hands on something that will stop myself from gasping for air or talking raspily the whole time. If I was in the games, I wouldn't have any medicine and would most likely die of choking from running away from someone. I can't even put anything on my arms, because even that small bit of exercise would send me into fits of coughing.

Now you know my whole life, but you need to promise not to tell anyone. Please.