Okay so welcome to my new book. I'll most likely be telling a chapter from a different perspective a lot of the time. So go ahead, pick your favorite. See who wins! Just so you guys don't get all confused and be like "fuck this I'm gone." And I have a Clato one (clove and Cato) read it bitchiachos.
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District One; Navo.
I strode down the hall, heading towards the kitchen. It was a spacious kitchen, with a fire-lit, microwave, toaster, and other luxuries. District One is known for our luxurious items, we only serve the best. My families a pretty basic family, nothing special about us. It's just me, my mom, and my dad. I was assigned to training when I was 7. I was an awkward little kid, with a skinny body and a large head. But over the years, I bulked up and got, well I don't mean to brag, but pretty damn good looking. Ladies tremble when they see me. But years of ridicule made me tough and how to be a fighter. That's why my mom put me in training, I would come home with black eyes and at one point, a kid razor bladed my forearm, which made ma' put me in training. Last I heard, that kid who put a scar on me was caught by the peacekeepers and tortured to death for information. This kid got mixed in some deep stuff. He would sneak off into the night and go to the bad end of town, the inbetween, and go visit gangs and bad people.
I was very well liked around district one, because rumor was I was going to be the next victor. I had to win, because I had expectations. If I didn't, I would go back to being ridiculed again. I couldn't go from the best thing in district one, to the pitiful loser again. I was going to be the next victor. This year is my year. I can make everything right for me, my family, my girlfriend. Her names Selena Unigro, she had the face of innocence. Wide blue eyes, the color of the sky on a sunny day, and blonde hair that shines silver with full pink lips and a round touchable face. The thing I like about her is that she's sweet. She's not unrealistically beautiful or luxurious or rich. She just has this natural beauty, which is refreshing in district one. The girls here were caked in makeup, wore heels, and were just odd looking to me. Selena is normal and kind, she knew me when I was a awkward kid and still chose to talk to me. Her personality is innocent and she's a princess that needs to be saved. That's the best way to describe her, a princess who needs to be saved, someone innocent and sweet and thoughtful. She makes events big things and special, she cares about everyone, she hates when people are hurting. It physically hurts her when people are in pain. She loves to bake, she loves the color green, she terrified of spiders, I know everything about her. And she knows everything about me. We're lovers and best friends.
It was midday by the time I woke up. I usually have training all week and I can go if I choose on the weekends, but I can't go today due to renovations. I moved fast up the stairs to my private bathroom. I took off my white bed shirt and threw it to the ground, I opened the cabinet to grab my hair gel. I carefully selected each piece of hair and spiked it up slightly askew. My look was styled and handsome. I was carefully attentive to each part of my look. My face, my body, my clothes, my hair, even my mouth. Everything had to be perfect. I brushed my teeth, and left the bathroom to go to my room. I opened my wide closet, to grab a pair of basic jeans and a black t-shirt. I strode down the stairs quickly, I saw my mom by the kitchen, staring at the fruit in the kitchen, wondering what to eat. My family was health crazy, and looks crazy. We all had to look out best. My mom always says "people care about people who care about themselves." She was undoubtedly beautiful. She had light brown hair with streaks of silver elegantly well kept, she also had leaf green eyes like me. I take after my mom, face wise. But I have the body of my dad, which is tall and lanky. So girls are pretty into me, Selena doesn't get jealous though, where most girls would. But she's different. I pecked my mom on the cheek.
"See ya, ma." I said as I grabbed an apple and bite into it.
"Selena's?" She questioned.
"Nah, Aaron's. But I'm heading there later, ma."
