Chapter 5
District 4, proud home of the 4sies. Whereas District 5 concentrated on manual labour industries such as coal mining, wood chopping and such, District 4 were home to the builders, and fabric makers. Many 4sies actually got to venture in to Districts 1 and 2 when needed to build new buildings, parks etc, and many of them detested going there because they were witnessing their dirty wealth and felt they were being used just to improve someone elses life to no real benefit of their own.
Although most of the houses within District 4 weren’t basic and wooden like they were in the slums of District 5, they were still pretty run down. Despite many of the workers in the district being builders, the materials to build their own houses weren’t readily made available for them, and for that, they probably detested King Link and his regime more than any other district.
As the sun rose on the dawn of Draw Day, it woke Darren from his sleep. The bright light shone through his curtainless window. He chuckled as he usually did when he woke up, considering the irony that he himself made curtains for a living, but weren’t allowed any himself. He had considered many a time to steal some materials from his workplace, but he needed the job to feed his family, and always hastily reconsidered… Though some curtains would be damn nice, he thought.
As he looked out the window, he saw a man running by, out for an early jog.
He chuckled again. “Even on this morning, you’re still out for a jog.” He said to himself.
Kaycee nodded to his neighbour as he jogged past his house, like he did every morning. He was well aware today was Draw Day, but he wanted to continue his routine as normal. Routine meant a lot to Kaycee, within his life in District 4 as a bricklayer, it was nice to have other things to do with his time, rather than waste it down a pub drinking.
As he ran over a puddle, he managed to still accumulate a splash of mud up his left leg. He quickly glanced down, unphased, and carried on. Kaycee was never afraid to get a little dirty, and he thought if he ever got selected for the games he’d be able to hold his own. Hell, he might even be able to give the 4sies they’re second winner!
As he ran through the town square, as per usual, people had already started gathering in the square, despite it being a good 3 hours until the draw. His nose hairs suddenly twitched, and a divine smell wafted from over his left shoulder. It was from Bell’s Bakery, the best bakery in the whole of the district.
“Make sure you don’t drop that, it’s gonna be busy today!”
“Yes Sirius!” Came the response from a young man with curly blonde hair.
Sirius Bell was the owner of Bell’s Bakery. Draw Day was his biggest day of the year, sales wise. People would come in, all fearing the worse that they were going to be drawn to compete in The Hunger Games, and would spend what money they had on his delicious fresh bread, for perhaps the last time.
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