•Chapter 4•

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Eloise pov
Warning: mention of homophobia

Once I get to my age group I take my place and stand there, not bothering to talk to anyone.

In my district I'm only known by the name of 'Elowens daughter' -my mothers name- or known as 'the lesbian girl'. As far as I'm aware I'm the only lesbian in district eight. Which alot of the people here don't care, but of course there's always going to be homophobic people.

There was one girl though, Belladoona, who was bisexual and which I dated, but she broke up with me after all the back lash she got. I still like her, but I'm trying my best to forget about her.
I recently found out her name means a deadly plant, which makes sense because the day she broke up with me, her words were poison, and her kisses were deadly. And yet I still miss her.

The people who are homophobic don't go to far, they only give me weird looks when I'm going on a walk, or tell their kids 'don't go near that girl' 'don't be like that girl'. It doesn't really bother me anymore but when I first came out it did really effect me.

Once everyone is in their spots, our districts escort beetee comes out. He's hair is blue and he's wearing a really weird suit that had alot of designs. I look around and spot Belladoona in the crowd in her beautiful dress, her dress falls down to her feet in a pleasant yellowish color.

Beetee does his introduction and turns everyone's attention to the big screen which plays the same video every year. At this point I could repeat the whole thing without hearing it. I just tune it out trying my best to calm down. Trying my best to not over think all the times my name has been in that bowl.

My name has been in that bowl quite a bit, when I was thirteen I had to sign up for treason because my mom got sick and my dad worked alot and we didn't have enough food to feed ourselves.

I think of my mother's words from that morning which calms me down just a little.

Finally the video is over and beetee starts his whole speech than walking over to the girls bowl. He twirls his hand around inside the bowl and picks one up, walking back to the microphone. My anxiety sky rocketing by the second.

He starts speaking, turning my full attention to his words to hear a name I didn't expect, a name I haven't heard in a long time. Belladoona.

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