Hey guys! This is Lily's turn to write for the Districts... :3 If you guys don't know.. There are two people behind this account. Most of you talked to Hannah so I will tell you the list of the districts that we have agreed to write.

Lily- District 3, 4, 5, 6, and 10

Hannah- Districts 1, 2, 7, 9, and 11

Hannah and I- District 8

Surprise Guest- District 12

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District 3: Technology


The distant sun drifted toward the cold, desolate buildings as if it was trying to shine its way through the gloomy barriers of District 3. The wind rustled slowly as if it was a dancing spirit trapped in by the surrounding shadows of the buildings. The sun seemed to have never shined to the citizens of District 3, their heads always brought down in hopelessness; it was as if the sun only corresponded to the controlling hands of the capitol.

There was boy, his face set with stone, who no longer looked in hope of the sun blazing upon him. His dark, brown eyes always shining silver when he stared in pity of those who still believed; he was a boy lost in doubt and trust. He was a boy with dry, black hair which stood like needles and a cold heart; always knowing and understanding. He was a boy no older than 15.

"How pathetic," he murmured to himself while standing upon the roof of the laboratory. His cold stare burning holes into the backs of people as if they were ants. Suddenly, the device beside him flashed a message.


From Mayor Dulis

To- Teknotic

Please Report to The Reaping at 2 PM promptly. Don't forget to dress your best.


The boy stared at his name, Teknotic, as if was a scar of an unpleasant memory. Nevertheless, he shook his head and sighed tiredly. Teknotic didn't want to remind himself of the Hunger Games or the fact that his blueprint was left unfinished on the table. He just wanted to take a walk and get a breather. Teknotic walked toward the elevator in strides trying to spend his few hours before the reaping wisely. As if on cue, Aaron appeared fully stocked with a bunch of equipment.

"Teknotic," Aaron replied curtly. Aaron was a handsome, young man in his twenties. Along with Teknotic, he was an assistant to Professor Gangnam. "Where are you going?"

Teknotic paused awkwardly as if unsure of how to say this. "Outside," Teknotic replied and pushed aside Aaron. He waited several moments before the elevator came to his aid.

"Oh, if you want I could come along," Aaron whispered in Teknotic's ear slyly. Teknotic stiffened and stared uneasily ahead.

"No," Teknotic said rather bluntly and hurried inside the elevator. "You should probably get Professor Gangam his equipment instead of asking one of his assistants out." And with that, Teknotic pressed the button. Teknotic quickly shook his head to snap him out of his thoughts.

Ding! Thank you for your patronage

The elevator stopped abruptly and Teknotic stepped off. He sniffed simply and chuckled slightly. "There's a breather."

Teknotic watched as the citizens of District 3 hung up dull posters labeled with 'The Reaping' down the crowded street. The little children were stiffly rushed into barber shops for a quick snip, and the grownups rushed around with haste. Teknotic sighed and stuffed his hands in his pockets and dodged a few hasty grownups.

THUD! A blur of brown, blue, and orange knocked him over before he could even blink. Teknotic scratched the back of his head carefully and pulled himself up. He observed the girl who ran him over and saw that she was alright. He carefully lifted his hand toward her to help her up.

The girl stared up at him curiously and Teknotic noticed strikingly that her eyes were an interesting shade of a brown, copper, and orange like a desert. She had light, caramel locks swept into two sides of her neck and short side bangs. She shook her head to shake off her dizziness and stared at his hand.

His hand still hung there awkwardly and he was about to pull it back when suddenly, the girl broke into a huge grin "Nice to meet you, I'm Elesa!" She then continued to shake his hand vigorously.

"Hi…."

Elesa put a hand over her mouth and giggled excitedly. "You must be shy! Tell me your name!" She said with a bright smile and stared expectantly up at him.

Teknotic stared down at the girl and felt something inside him become soft. "Teknotic," he said simply and drew his arm back. Seems like she wasn't going to use it to bring herself up.

"That's a funny name," Elesa grinned and brushed herself off. "But I like it, I mean I like you."

Teknotic turned red slightly and gave a small, simple smile. "T-thank you," Teknotic murmured. This wasn't like him. "Where were you heading?"

Elesa paused and tapped her chin playfully. Teknotic nearly froze in shock when Elesa grabbed his hand and dragged him along. "I'll show you!" She giggled.

Girls. Teknotic couldn't understand them. They were so weak and fragile with their emotions, yet they were physically strong enough to drag you off someplace. Teknotic sighed and let Elesa take him. "Where are we going?"

"Hakuna Matata," Elesa began and gave a lopsided smile. She eyed the street and Teknotic felt like he had gone into ninja mode.

"What?" Teknotic said quite exhilarated. He even thought, for a minute, that he didn't want to know.

"Hakuna Matata," Elesa began to say and let go of his hand. "What a wonderful phrase!"

Teknotic widened his eyes and slapped himself in the forehead. "Wait… you're not going to…" And she was.

Hakuna Matata

Ain't no passing craze

It means no worries for the rest of your days

It's my problem-free philosophy

Hakuna Matata

Teknotic realized that he with an airhead that randomly breaks into song. He began to realize that District 3 citizens were insane. HOW COULD THEY NOT REALIZE THE SINGING AIRHEAD IN THE STREET! Teknotic knew he had to do something. Even though she was crazy, Elesa sort a struck a note on him.

"Elesa," Teknotic called and shook his hand over her face. "That's alright. I think I know what Hakuna Matata is!"

"Well, what are you waiting for? Let's go!" Elesa replied and skipped ahead. Teknotic chuckled while putting both hands in his pockets.

"You're pretty hyper, aren't you?"

"That's what they all say," Elesa spoke. Her head sagged a little and her eyes seem to drift into nothingness.

Teknotic stood there awkwardly and quickly reminded himself not to say things so bluntly. "Well… why don't we go in there?" He pointed to a diner with a soup sign.

"Thanks. Things have just been hard on me… especially since today's the reaping." Elesa murmured. "Thank you, I'm sorry to bother you."

Teknotic stood there with an intense gaze. "Come. Cheer up, Hakuna Matata, whatever," he murmured and walked into the building. Teknotic realized that this girl was different. Elesa was defying the Capitol in her own way by being happy. Teknotic didn't plan to change that because he liked her for now.

"Alright," she said and gave a small smile in return. Teknotic smiled to himself secretly. The pair walked to the counter where Mama Oldie stood.

"Why, hello Teknotic," Mama Oldie greeted and turned her eyes toward Elesa. "Elesa Nanotu?" She questioned and sighed tiredly." What would you like, today?"

"Two bowls of alphabet soup, Mama Oldie," Teknotic replied curtly and raised an eyebrow at Elesa. Mama Oldie seemed to look disappointed at Elesa. Teknotic shook his head and handed the money to Mama Oldie.

"You know you didn't have to pay for me. I could've paid."

"Hakuna Matata," Teknotic gave a childish smile and flicked her on the nose. "Isn't that what you said?"

"Yeah, but," Elesa looked down for a second. "Thank you!" Elesa's face glowed, and Teknotic felt pleased at himself. Mama Oldie came out with soup.

"Psst, I have to talk with you, Teknotic." Mama Oldie whispered when Elesa was settled in her chair. Teknotic stood and walked up to Mama Oldie.

"What is it?" He said hastily. Elesa was sipping her soup peacefully as if she didn't notice.

"Do you know who she is?" Mama Oldie hissed.

"Yeah, Elesa Nanot-"

"She hyper-active,"

"What?"

"If you're nice to her now, she'll never leave you alone. That's why everybody ignores her because it's for her own good."

"For what good? Ignoring her would only make it worse. I thought you knew better. How pathetic," Teknotic sighed and narrowed his eyes at Mama Oldie. "I understand now. So, that's why she looked so sad." He murmured to himself.

"I warned you, Teknotic." Mama Oldie replied and walked off. He watched her as she walked back into the counter. Her eyes were in a dull state.

Teknotic mumbled to himself and sat down in the chair across from Elesa. He slowly lifted the spoon and was about to lower it into the soup before Elesa interrupted him.

"She told you, didn't she?" Elesa asked in a monotone voice.

"Yeah," Teknotic replied and stared at her. "How did you know?"

Elesa took a deep breath and stirred at her soup sadly. Teknotic was briefly reminded of a lost puppy when looking at her. "It always is."

Teknotic, at that moment, wanted to make her smile again. She reminded so much of himself when he was younger.

"I can't help but be hyper. I've always had no escape. I've learned to embrace myself and what I am. The person I am right now is the only reason I'm living right now! I've had no comfort or sympathy." Elesa said her eyes flashing a storming desert. "I'm pathetic, aren't I? Liking somebody like me will only cause you trouble."

Teknotic was silent for a moment, his eyes faced down. When he looked up, he smiled simply. "But I like you. It's fine if at least one person likes you, isn't it?"

"Yeah," Elesa grinned. "Thank you, Tek!"

Teknotic frowned. "Tek?" He questioned with a raised eyebrow.

"Your nickname!" Elesa teased. And just like that a bond was formed.


The Reaping


District 3's local square now held bunches of citizens. People dressed in technical colors that supported their District's theme, technology. The irony was the fact that the sun always shined more brightly on the reaping. The sun always shined so dimly because of the buildings that some of the citizens thought it wasn't even there.

Teknotic walked beside Elesa. They both knew that either could be picked at the reaping. Teknotic wore a simple polo shirt because it was the nicest thing he had in his closet and dark, black, baggy pants. His hair was tousled and neatly brushed back. He felt like an idiot.

Elesa wore a small pink dress and had her hair tied into a tight bun. She fidgeted every now and then when shuffled into the crowd. She thought of the good moments she had when she was with Tek. They ate soup, strolled around District 3, and basically bonded. Elesa reminded herself that with every good thing that happens there will be a price. Just like the sun in District 3. It shines on Reaping day, but one will be picked to go into The Hunger Games.

She shuddered and was shot a few glances from the other people. Nobody understood her. She had a fear wrapped inside her like a snake. It was a strange fear that not even she could understand. Elesa knew she was most afraid of herself.

"Welcome to the 125th Hunger Games!" Jayse Flume replied cheerfully. She wore a flashy black dress with silver lining all over it. Teknotic mentally gagged at her idea of technology fashion was. "I know you're all excited for this year's Quarter Quell! I mean who isn't?"

Elesa shook her head slightly and secretly. I'm not. Elesa thought mentally. But she continued to stare as the same video footage was brought up. Finally, Jayse Flume, with enough suspense called out for the reaping to start.

"First, the girls," Jayse Flume said excitedly at the dull crowd. Everybody stared in suspense as Jayse Flume's hands twirled around in the bowl.

A realization struck Elesa. It was like a message from deep inside her mind of complicated matters. It was almost as mysterious as where she got her hyper activeness from. Elesa realized she had to listen before it was too late.

Elesa gulped and fidgeted. "I volunteer as tribute!" She called out into the atmosphere. Her voice echoed into the surprised ears of the citizens. But whose ear that she surprised most was Teknotic.

"A volunteer? Come on up, sweetie," Jayse replied perkily. The crowd parted as Elesa started dawdling up to the stage. She fidgeted and shuddered as she stared into the crowd. She felt like a shard was stabbed into her heart. Elesa drew a deep breath and let herself be overwhelmed. Elesa saw Tek's surprised yet hurt face in the crowd. Elesa wanted to cry, but she knew she made her decision.

Teknotic felt like a hole had opened up in his chest. All he saw was Elesa's face smiling, laughing, singing, and even looking a bit sad. His thoughts of the Hunger Games was death. Teknotic and Elesa knew that she wouldn't make it. Teknotic felt shocked and betrayed in a way. He finally opened up to somebody and now she was leaving.

"What's your name?" Jayse asked kindly and smiled.

"Elesa Nanotu."

As soon as Teknotic heard that, he blocked out the other words. He stood there his eyes already starting to tear up out of shock.

"Teknotic –"

Suddenly people around him were shifting. What could possibly be worse than this? But as soon as the people parted, he knew he got 'what was worse.' Teknotic was picked for the Hunger Games.

He stood there in shock. His tears were already streaming from his face, and he didn't try to hide it. Teknotic knew, for the first time in his life, he was letting himself cry. He stood there as the peacemakers pushed him to the stage. His feelings were bubbling and taking himself over. Teknotic realized that he was being someone he hasn't in years. He was being that small, little boy who parents have died.

Elesa watched silently as she watched the boy she knew from today and maybe never anymore. The Hunger Games must have one winner. And it couldn't be her.


On the Train


Teknotic and Elesa sat stiffly across from each other. They both had solemn faces and sad eyes. Elesa shuddered every 5 seconds while Teknotic was stone-still.

"I'm guessing that nobody had any goodbyes to say to us." Elesa said and looked at Teknotic with guilt.

"I guess not," Teknotic said watching the shadows of District 3 drift away.