My name is Bird Rowan. I've lived a happy life in district three with my two brothers. My two brothers, Jonah and Talon, and me are triplets. I know you would expect us to look completely different considering Jonah and Talon are boys, but we don't, in fact we all look exactly the same. After my mother gave birth to me and my brothers she abandoned me saying there was no way she would be able to take care of three kids. She left my dad alone to raise us. So you see me growing up in a household of boys I became a complete tomboy. Me and my brothers hair length was exactly the same so were our faces and body build up.
We had just turned fourteen when disaster struck us. It was the day of the 85th reaping. Me, Jonah, and Talon had all had to take tessarae out because without it we would not be able to live. We had never feared being picked though. Our chances were so slim compared to others. So usually Talon, Jonah, and me weren't freaking out on reaping day like most people. We walked down to the square calmly and took our places in the roped off fourteen year olds section.
Me Jonah and Talon held hands ready to brace each other for whoever got picked. The lady who came around once a year to pick the kids who would be sent off to their deaths approached the podium. Her name was Naivia Sinch. She went on and on about Panem's history and blah blah blah. Soon she said "Ladies first!" She crossed over to the girl's glass ball and stuck her hand inside. Talon and Jonah who were standing on opposite sides of me squeezed my hands. It felt like an eternity later when Naivia Sinch pulled the little slip of paper out of the ball. She crossed back over to the podium and read the name aloud.
"Tiffany Windel" She called out. A scared looking twelve-year-old girl walked shakily to the stage and shook Naivia's hand. When Naivia asked for any volunteers no one stepped forward. I felt bad for the little girl but I couldn't help but be relieved for myself. "Now for the boy tribute!" Naivia said with a huge grin plastered on her face. She crossed over to the boy's glass ball and reached in and grabbed a slip of paper. I squeezed Talon and Jonah's hands tightly. Then I heard it my worst nightmare was becoming a reality. "Jonah Rowan" Naivia called out. I felt ready to faint as I felt Jonah's grasp leave my hand. As he began to walk towards the stage.
Then my second worst fear came alive. Talon was opening his mouth he was going to volunteer I realized in a heartbeat. "I VOLUNTEER!" I screamed at the top of my lungs before Talon could utter a word. I put on my most boyish voice "I volunteer" I say again racing up to the stage. Jonahs eyes grew wide as he looked at me. Jonah didn't budge from the stage and Naivia had to give him a little shove to get him to stumble down the steps. "What is your name?" Naivia asked me. I gulped I knew no one would be able to tell the difference between me and my brothers, my own father hardly could but if I were found out I would surely be killed on the spot. I took a deep breath "Talon Rowan" I say in my brothers mock voice.
"Well Brava! That's the spirit of the Hunger games! Lets give our two tributes a round of applause!" Naivia said in her cheeriest voice. I took a deep breath as I heard the few claps from people in the audience. I could not cry, not now. If I did everyone would know I wasn't Talon. If there was one thing Talon didn't do, it was crying. The peacekeepers led me and Tiffany to town hall where we would say our last goodbyes. Oh man. I think in my mind what have I gotten myself into?