District Three, my friend noticed some problems with my sponsor system hence why I haven't put it up.

Able Drive POV:

I passed my mother the cup of steaming soup. She thanked me as she shifted awkwardly into a seated position and took it from me, a warm smile on her face. It wasn't really soup as much as it was hot water with a few potatoes floating inside. Food was food though and potatoes were all we really had. They were cheap and they lasted, even when they started to grow roots.

I watched as my mother gingerly sipped her breakfast, my little sister cueing in the Moses basket to her right. She was such a happy baby, smiling at everyone she saw and a cry rarely escaped her lips. My one wish was that she wouldn't blame herself if my mother never recovered from her birth. None of us really knew what was wrong but due to complications, the doctor placed her on bed rest until she had healed. We understood why but one less person working was a major strain on resources and it was one less paycheck coming in every week.

I did my bit for the family, fixing anything as long as people were willing to pay for my service and I even sold a few of my inventions when someone showed interest. Some were useless and some were life savers, it didn't matter as long as I got money for them.

My little brothers sat on the floor near the door, pushing a small, electric train I had made, to each other. The elder of the two, Alistair, pushed it with forced while Alfred was barely able to deliver it to his brother.

"Able," my mother said, pulling me closer and fastening up my top button. "You look perfect," she said softly, stroking my dirty blonde hair. Her eyes were teary and her bottom lip was quivering. She was trying to keep her composure but she was about to explode at any moment.

"Don't be frightened," I whispered, a single tear rolling down her cheek. It was my first reaping and everyone was frightened. I had taken out multiple treasures to feed out family, my name was in that ball twenty times. It wasn't the worst odds but it wasn't the best either. Everyone was worried, my father almost called in sick for work today but money was more important.

"Don't let them take you," She mumbled, turning to look at my little sister. I lay my head in my lap and started to weep, counting down the seconds til the reaping. Even if they chose me, nothing could stop me from coming home to them.

Zelda Lu POV:

"And, what do we do when we want to shut down a web page?" my teacher asked, pacing in front of the class, his hands behind his back. Lucille's hand shot into the air, the boy was almost falling out of his chair with anticipation and he begged to be chosen. My teacher spun round on the spot and pointed to him, a beaming smile on his face.

"Control W!" he shouted. There were a few seconds of silence until our teacher jumped into the air.

"That is right, my boy, well done," the class scribbled on their paper, making it correct to wrong. I looked down at mine, I had left the question blank, unable to remember the answer from my week long revision. My mother even helped me.

The bell rang as I violently scribbled out the blank space that mocked me. Children around me shot up out of the chairs and ran for the door, not even bothering to put their coats and bags on. I screwed up my test and threw it across the room landing it inside the green bin next to the teacher's desk.

My teacher, Mr. Davis, gave me a sympathetic look as I slung my backpack over my shoulders and draped my coat over my arms.

"You know," Mr. Davis called after me, just as I started to walk out the room. "Just because you are not excellent at something your mother is, doesn't mean to say you are useless," He smiled, leaning on his desk. I could tell he thought I was dumb and a freak, everyone did. I came from a District were technology was our lives and I couldn't even work a simple computer. I gave the dark haired man a small nod and walked out of the room.

I was talented in other arenas but nothing that would serve me in life. My talents never stopped the sniggering, bullying and hatred I had to endure every day due to my incapabilities. I was useless to my District, no one would hire me and everyone looked down on me. I was destined to live my life in the gutter, begging for scraps of food and all because I couldn't work a computer.

No matter how much I revised or how hard I tried, I could never be what my mother was yet everyone expected me to be. It was sad really, that such a young person was an outcast in society because she wasn't as smart as her mother.

I would show them, though. One day, something I could do would come along and I would look down on everyone. They would cheer my name and my family would never go hungry again. I would never have to look at a computer again. My day would come, it was just a subject of when.