Ryam Kava, 16, District 3 Male

I sighed as I ran through the notecards on my desk again. "Mom!" I shouted. "Mom?"

I got out of my chair and flung open the door and found my dad in the kitchen, attempting to make breakfast. "Where's mom?" I asked. He didn't reply. "Where's mom?" I asked louder. "Dad, WHERE'S MOM?"

"She's in her room, get out," he replied rudely.

Ever since he found out I had dyslexia, he had always ignored me. My family thought I was a disgrace to the family. My sister was the only one who understood me, and now she's in college. She's staying there until she a whopping 38 years old to study and study and study and study. She's already 34 so she'll be coming home in 4 more years.

My sister, Luca, got into this academy called 'Panem University for Academically Sophisticated Students". Long name. Well, she got into that and my parents expected me to get in too. But I have dyslexia. She was only 11 when I left, but now she's older than me. She was the only one who understood me.

I walked up to my mom's room and found her reading a book. "Um, mom?" I asked. She looked up from her book. "When will Ms. Lemunie Get here?"

"She's coming after the Reapings," my mother remarked. "You need to go get dressed, Ryam. By the way, are you-"

"No mom, I'm _not_ better yet," I scowled. She repeatedly asks me if I'm better and it's the same answer every time- no.

She sighs, looks back at her book, and pretends I'm not there. I groan and walk back to my room. My dad calls us for breakfast and I get back up and trudge to the kitchen.

"Where's breakfast...?" I question suspiciously.

"Right on your plate!" He says proudly. I look at my plate- a burnt piece of toast and butter. I sigh, realizing this is the best I'm going to get.

I grab a cup and pour sink water into it place it next to my plate. I try to take a bite of my toast and finally tear it and pop a small chunk into my mouth, chewing furiously. Man, my dad must of really burnt this thing.

After forcing down a few chunks of burnt toast and finishing my water, I head back to my room and start looking through my notecards again. "Tee orechter si bimamie..." I said.

I picked up my notecards and ran to my mom's room where she lay in bed. "Mom?" I panted. "What does this say?" I shoved the card in her face.

"The character is dynamic," she said. "What did you think it said?"

"Tee orchecter si bimamie," I said. "It was close, I guess.."

"Getting better," she muttered. "You need to go get dressed, the reaping starts soon."

I nodded and grabbed my notecards and started to run back to my room. I opened the door and rapidly flipped through my drawers of clothing. Not that there was much, anyways. I picked out black trousers and a white shirt and pulled them on quickly. I put my dirty blond hair up in a bun and I put in new colored contacts. I have green eyes, but my sister sent me hazel and gray colored eye contacts with some money she's getting from a job in the Capitol. I need glasses but the colored contacts actually help. I dashed out of the bathroom and went to the front door where my parents were waiting. Did I take that long?

"Next time, hurry up," my dad remarked gruffly. I pulled on my shoes and opened the door for my parents.

Here we go again.

Fior Krusto, 18, District Three Female

2 days before the reapings

"SCREW THIS!" I shouted, throwing down my pencil. All the kids in my small, 17 kid class stopped and looked at me. I looked down at my math sheet and crumpled it up, throwing it into the garbage. All eyes were on me now, and I liked it.

The teacher picked up her ruler and walked over to me. "Fiora Krusto, you best stop that right now!"

"For the last time, Ms. Clemshteen, my name is Fior, not Fiora! It's literally printed like that on my freaking birth certificate!" I huffed in disapproval and slumped back into my chair. all the kids looked at me. I've been in their class for two months already since I was revived and they still find this unusual.

"That is no excuse for your behavior, Ms. Krusto!" She said sternly. "Now you will pick up your pencil and continue doing your math work like a good student would!"

"Screw this class!" I shouted for everyone to hear. I pushed back the uncomfortable chair and shoved my desk forward. I marched right out of that classroom and made sure to slam the door extra loud and hard.

2 hours later

"Now, I'm sure you both have an understanding of why Fiora-"

"It's Fior, Mr. Pellicks," My mother and I chorused. It often happens that everybody calls me Fiora.

"Okay, Okay, continuing on. We all know why Fior is here. She has been behaving very obnoxiously in Ms. Clemshteen's classroom and it is unacceptable. This has been going on ever since she got back, and it needs to stop."

I rolled my eyes and looked at my mom who also looked tired of listening to this lecture. The principal continued on. "For this reason, I am going to be suspending Fior for the rest of the week."

My mom perked up and slammed her hands on the table. "WHAT?" She shouted. "You can't do that!"

"Oh, yes I can," Mr. Pellicks said. "It says in the School Handbook thst the principal has the right to suspend or expel any student who creates a disruption or demonstrates inappropriate behavior or actions in class or during a free period."

"Screw this!" I shouted. I shoved out my chair. My mom did the same. We both stormed out of the room and my mom made sure to slam the door extra hard.

"Wow mom, I didn't know that you were that fierce," I said.

"That was the most rebellious thing I have ever done in my life," she remarked. "Besides getting my hair dyed green."

I laughed at her the whole way home.

The day of the reaping

I pulled the sheets off my mattress and thundered down the hall to where my mom was baking cinnamon rolls. I smiled at her and she smiled sweetly at me. My dad sat at the table. "Hi sweetheart," he smiled at me.

"Hey dad," I said. I sat next to him and started sipping the milk. "Where'd you get the cinnamon rolls?"

"I spent some savings from selling the bread to buy it," She said.

"Aw, thanks mom, you know you didn't have to," I said. I got up and set out the plates and forks to eat the rolls with. My mom placed a cinnamon roll on each of the three plates.

I smiled and starting shoveling the food down my throat. My parents just watched me. "What?" I said, my mouth full of food. My parents just started laughing at shoved the food down their throats.

Our breakfast was filled with laughing, crumbs, cinnamon rolls, and a complete mess.

"Fior, you have to..." my dad started. He gulped. "Get ready." I nodded and hugged him quickly, thundering back down the hallway. I grabbed my nicest clothes- skin tight, black leggings, and a white t-shirt. The leggings showed off my muscles- I look like I could be part of the careers.

I pulled on some shoes and raced back down the halls to where my parents were still sitting. "Are you guys ready?" I asked. They both got up and nodded.

"I just hope you'll be safe, Fior," my dad hugged me, and I hugged him back.

"I do too, dad."

I hugged him and started off towards the door and accidentally ran into the door frame because of my one eye blind (it was genetic, so don't ask).

"SCREW THIS!"

Ryam Kava, 16, District Three Male

I continued the short walk to the town square. I arrived shortly after and read out Byslect Thraa Rooqlmgs- my mom said it read District Three Reapings. I quickly signed in.

"Ryam Kava, Age 16, Male, 5"5, 110 pounds, Birthday 5/11, District Three Male in the 102nd Games?" The peacekeeper, who was called Arubia said.

"Um... yeah, I think so," I said.

"Welcome back," she smiled at me. I smiled back and quickly walked to the 16 year old section. The escort came out. His name is Ambrosius Spartian. He's creepy. He has these black eyes and bright yellow hair, lemon yellow skin, an electric yellow suit with silver wires embedded into it, and silver sparks on his neckline. He wears this big, thick yellow glasses with lenses thst look really lemon yellow.

He quickly rushed through the Capitol video and finally went to pick the girl name. Her named was Fior I think. She started shouting 'Screw this' and 'You gotta be freaking kidding me' and stuff... man, she is triggered. I spent so much time thinking about this I almost missed the boy name, but I didn't.

It's mine.

I started walking to the stage, gawking. I could form no words or anything. I tripped on my way up the stairs, which everybody got a good laugh out of. I couldn't cry. I stood their, lifeless.

I had to shake hands with Fior but I just did it. I didn't put any thought into it at all. The next thing I was realized was my mom lightly hugging me.

"We love you, Ryam," my mom said. "Right Damien?" She asked. "Right?"

"Whatever, Brei," he replied gruffly. I let a tear slip down my cheek.

"Get out dad," I said. And he did. He actually doesn't care for me.

"I'm divorcing your dad," my mom said. I looked at her, surprised. "He does nothing."

I hugged my mom and we sat there for a few more minutes. I grabbed a few jelly donut balls and we shared them, eating them slowly. Finally, the peacekeeper came in. "Time's up," he said. My mother nodded, shoved some candies and desserts into her coat pockets, hugged and kissed me, and wished me good luck. She also handed me a small locket with a picture of my sister and I.

"I love you mom!" I called. I heard a muttered response.

"I love you too!"

I have to win. For my mom. For Luca. For my family.

Fior Krusto, 18, District Three Female

After arriving in the square, I quickly took my place in the 18 year old section. I got the spot the closest to the aisle so I could get the close view of the tributes. A girl tried to stand there and Edsel her way in. "Scram!" I yelled. She backed off quickly.

I scowled and looked forward to the screen. The escort, Ambrosius Spartian, looked ridiculous with his everything yellow look. His eyes were just black. What the heck?!

I zoned out during the stupid capitol video. The hunger games is sick, the capitol is crazy. How is watching children murder each other freaking fun?!

Ambro (the nickname I made up for him) went over and pulled a slip out of the bowl. "Fior Krusto!"

"You gotta be freaking KIDDING ME!" I shouted. "SCREW THIS!" I said. I shoved the girls in front of me out of my way and stormed up to the stage. I crossed my arms and gave the audience a glare. "Ugh! Just hurry up and get on with it!"

"Okay, then," Ambro said. He plucked a slip from the male bowl.

"Ryam Kava!"

I feel bad for the kid. He walked up, expressionless, and legit tripped on the stage. Honestly, I just feel... sympathy for him. He deserves better, honestly. We all do.

"I present, the tributes from district three, Ryam Kava and Fior Krusto!" Said Ambro. Ryam and I shook hands and I smiled at him. He didn't smile back. The peacekeepers grabbed me and dragged me to the Justice building. It had plush couches and some dessert tables. I stuffed my mouth with Quisties, these cinnamon cookies filled with chocolate sauce and coated in raspberry juices. My mom and dad came in first.

"Oh, my baby, no!" My mom cried. "I can't lose you again.." she stroked my cheek and I hugged her.

"I'll be fine, mom. If I don't come back, you have to promise not to give up again, okay?" She nodded. She stroked my long black hair and we did this for a bit. My dad came in and whispered 'I love you' in my ear. We hugged until the peacekeepers took them away.

My secret girlfriend, Dani and my friend Rosette came in. I had met thema few months ago when I was revived. Dani kissed me and I saw Rosette roll her eyes. She weaseled her way into our hug. We sat like this for a bit.

"I love you," Dani whispered.

"I love you too," I whispered back. We separated from our hug to find Rosette stuffing her face with donuts. We stared, and then started doing the same until the peacekeepers took her away.

Now just to get this thing over with.

Well, here's another chapter! Monkey has a science fair going on... like rip her life xd. Sorry Monkey!

If you submitted, I expect you to be reviewing. Like honestly, sorry if I seem pushy but some people don't even give a second thought to this, they just leave. No offense.

So I may be getting a lil corgi soon, like a rescue pup. 3

Next update: D11 Reapings

After that: D7 Reapings

Remember there is no limit for escorts or stylists, the stylists for these two are open.

Bye!