Welcome to District 7
Hello my name is Jimbob, welcome to my native home which is District 7. This is the district, (or what I call prison) where all the inhabitants (jail mates) provide the whole nation (dictatorship) of Panem with timber, lumber, and wood. On the map <--- we are found just above the chain of mountains that are called the Rockies, where the Capitol is nestled in the center Here, we usually get rain and sun, never snow nor ice blankets due to our exposure to the sun, so you might understand why we are the tree-growing/cutting district. You might think all we do is just cut trees, but there are many other jobs/activities to do such as; transporting, chipping, shaving, and crafting. There isn't really much more to say about an area of land engulfed by 'electric' fences and forced to do everything independently.
So, I've talked about the location and the district, but I haven't told you about my ordeal with the life here. I'm 12 and a half I believe? And my favourite colour is brown, I live with 5 other people in a shack, I'm not sure if they're my real family but they treat me like they are. There are a number of reasons why people have tried to escape here in the past (non of which survived), here are to list a few: There are no schools in the district that I have heard of. Our only form of education is when the elder lumberjacks teach us how to cut a tree at the right angle, but not even that is an acceptable way to provide kids with education. Secondly, we have to cut two trees a day. Yes, I know you're probably thinking that's not at all hard, but when you spend 8 hours a day every day, dedicating your entire life for nothing more, it gets difficult! Finally, as if it wasn't hard enough to stay alive the capitol people come in every month to monitor behavior. Well, that's not exactly true. They first came in to clean the air from all the fumes going around the village, but then they thought it would be a good idea if they could just 'drop by' (trespass) onto people's property and 'check-up' (ransack) the 'cottages' (mud-shacks). It's hard to believe but every year I look forward to becoming one of the next tributes for District 7 due to my struggles in 'life'. Of course this is a risky move; many people often give advice to never volunteer in the Hunger Games as District 7 has never won it. That's me.
So, I've talked about the location and the district, but I haven't told you about my ordeal with the life here. I'm 12 and a half I believe? And my favourite colour is brown, I live with 5 other people in a shack, I'm not sure if they're my real family but they treat me like they are. There are a number of reasons why people have tried to escape here in the past (non of which survived), here are to list a few: There are no schools in the district that I have heard of. Our only form of education is when the elder lumberjacks teach us how to cut a tree at the right angle, but not even that is an acceptable way to provide kids with education. Secondly, we have to cut two trees a day. Yes, I know you're probably thinking that's not at all hard, but when you spend 8 hours a day every day, dedicating your entire life for nothing more, it gets difficult! Finally, as if it wasn't hard enough to stay alive the capitol people come in every month to monitor behavior. Well, that's not exactly true. They first came in to clean the air from all the fumes going around the village, but then they thought it would be a good idea if they could just 'drop by' (trespass) onto people's property and 'check-up' (ransack) the 'cottages' (mud-shacks). It's hard to believe but every year I look forward to becoming one of the next tributes for District 7 due to my struggles in 'life'. Of course this is a risky move; many people often give advice to never volunteer in the Hunger Games as District 7 has never won it. That's me.
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