Gena Rouge, 18, District 3

There are two types of people. Fools and huge fools. I do not know which category I fall into. I don't know anything, really. All I know is that there are two types of people, and that the Capitol wants my body. But they want it dead and cold, bled white and powerless, lifeless. The Capitol are among those who fall into the big fools, because they know I did it, but they don't have the evidence to prove it.

I sit on the edge of my bed, face in my hands. I don't realize it until Darcy comes up to me. "Ya okay, Gen?" She asks, in her sweet voice.

"Um-yeah. Just thinking."

"Alrighty. Better get dressed, the reaping is in an hour and a half." She says.

"Okay, thanks." Darcy is one of my guardians here at the town orphanage. The Capitol gives some money to the district, who uses it to pay Darcy and all of our other guardians. Darcy is already from a town family, and the district gives her good pay, so she is among the upper class of the district. I'd really expect someone of her status to be a real snob, but she isn't. She is the only guardian who likes me. All of the rest hate me for what I have done.

The square is packed. A cold day. I am wearing a sleeveless dress, but I feel that the cold has no effect on me. Almost nothing does. "Excuse me, persons of District Three! Excuse me!" Says the escort, who has brilliant purple hair with silver glitter in what seems like every piece of it. The crowd is loud and soon dies down. Dies. I smile when I think of the word. Just like the eight of them at my orphanage. Dead.

They do the stupid reading, which no one cares about. The story of how Panem became, how the Districts held an uprising, how each and every one was shamefully defeated, how the thirteenth was bombed and burnt to piles of ash and ruins. And then how the Hunger Games began-the Treaty of Treason.

"The votes have been casted and..." she extends the word "and" too long and I just want to slap her silly and tell her to read the goddamn name. "District Three's female tribute is..." Come on you stupid grape haired loser. "Gena Rouge!"

My district couldn't have picked me, no one knows me. Everyone ignores the orphanage kids. I knew better. This was no majority rule vote. This was the Capitol finally getting me back. Those mega-fools didn't have any evidence, but damn did they have power.

Fernando Sasquilla, 18

I get used to it. The endless hate that comes my way. The cutting words and evil remarks. I also get used to ignoring it, because it'll happen no matter what. From all of this, I learned something important, don't let it get to me. Everyone in my district hates unique people. Everyone in this whole damn country hates unique people. Except for the Capitol. There, it's okay to be gay, but here, you can't walk half a block down the street without someone calling you a faggot.

I sit on my porch drinking coffee, watching the sunrise. The only person in the world who I love and understand comes up and sits next to me, Lola. Lola is my best friend. She accepts me no matter what and we solve each other's problems. "Hey, Fernando." She says.

"Hi Lola."

"Whatsa matter?"

"I think everyone in the entire district voted for me. " This sends her into a laugh riot. She laughs for minutes, gasping her breath and wiping tears from her eyes. I do not understand what is so funny, but Lola is so hysterical, I can't stop the smile from forming onto my lips. "What?" I ask, trying to wipe away the grin on my face.

"Please, Fernando, you haven't even met like, half of District 3." She says, putting extra emphasis on the word, "half"

"Okay, but when I go to the Capitol I'm expecting you to sponsor me!" I joke.

"Alright, would you rather have medicine, food or weapons?" We both laugh. We mostly joke around about the whole Hunger Games thing or our situation with the Capitol. It's absolutely ridiculous. The alternitive is to live in fear, but Lola and I believe we're here for a different purpose than hiding in a corner.

"Nice dress." I say.

"Ugh."

"What?"

"My mom picked up this ugly thing. You really like it?" She asks.

"Would I lie to you, Lola?" I ask, smirking.

"Probably." She says, nodding. I give her a mean smile.

"I'm gonna go get ready. Stay right here!" I say. I take the mug inside and place it on the kitchen counter. I go upstairs to wash my hair and brush my teeth and dress. When I come back down, Lola is asleep. "They're coming for you..." I whisper in a creepy voice. She jerks up.

"Holy shit, Fernando!" she says.

"Eh-heh-hem! Profane language!"

"Sorry, mister officer." We're off to the reaping. I wave goodbye to Lola once we reach town square, which bursts at the seam with people. I stand in my section, far away from any of the other gross eighteens in our district.

The escort silences everyone. She calls out the name Gena Rouge. The name is slightly familiar when I realize who it is. I feel awful for Gena, because she is from the orphanage, and people in our district are so horrible to the Orphanage kids. Throw stuff at them, call then awful names, ignore them, hurt them, bump into them "accidentally" at school. I've seen it all happen.

I am snapped out of my sympathy coma when I hear the name "Fernando Sasquilla" echo over town square. I'm remarkably not shocked, scared, or rule by fear. I blink a few times, shrug, and walk up to the stage. I'd rather have someone who doesn't know me kill me than someone who hates my guts because of what I believe. They don't deserve to kill me, they just don't.

Lola hands me her beloved necklace in the Justice Building. I almost can't accept it, but I know that he won't take it back. So I latch it around my neck. "I promise-no, I swear. I'll wear this to the arena and I'll fight for you, for the both of us. You'll live in Victor's Village with me, Lola." She is crying, and she can't help but smile. She nods and walks out before the peacekeepers can come and grab her. This is not the last time I will see Lola.

Hey guys! I love this reaping. The reapings are actually extremely boring to write! So I think I'm going to finish them off in a Capitol viewer's point of view. Also, a good writer loves some constructive criticism! So please leave a review or PM me what you think, your favorite character so far, anything about the story as well as suggestions. I'm posting the sponsor system after the reapings are done, and all of the alliances, romances, and even a few of the deaths have been established. I know I usually post every day, and I'm sorry I haven't updated in two days, but I saw The Vow on Friday with my friends (which was awful, so don't waste your money), and yesterday was my first day of February break, so me and my friends chilled and read Hunger Games humor Fanfic...well, lol you don't need an update on my life. That was a ginormous run on...

P.S. During the actual games part, I'm going to start each chapter with a quote