District 3 sucks.
Pollution's all over, the last scrap of green I saw that wasn't about to be eaten was barf, and I don't actually want to make TVs all day.
Of course, the Hunger Games are worse.
In them, I am guaranteed not to see my fifteenth birthday, which is quite unfortunate, as then I would've been allowed to pick my factory, because I was at the top of my class at school. One of the schools.
There are three schools in District 3. Whoever is the top of their class in their last year gets to pick the factory they'll work at for the rest of their lives. I wanted to work at the transportation factory, one of the most coveted jobs, guaranteed for the richest people. I would've too, until my name was drawn out of an oversized fishbowl and I got entered in a contest I've already lost.
I have a little advice for you-don't waste your money. Go buy yourself a nice meal, and don't try to hep me out and give me supplies.
All you're doing is wasting money on someone who won't make it off his platform. And that's just pointless.
My advice to you is this: Do not, under any circumstances, waste your money on me. Take it and buy yourself a good pair of shoes or something. Just don't spend it on me.
Because there's no point in wastefulness.