Author's Notes:
Your tributes from District 3. I hope you enjoy! Please review. Special thanks to jds2416 for Mystic and ZTEBladeCM11 for Blade.
District 3 Female: Mystic Gray 16
I hate the reapings, every single year I have to go. Every year I always freak myself out, and yet, I don't get reaped. Every year the suspense for me builds, one more slip. Plus my mom told my brother that she wants me to get reaped. What kind of mother wants their child to be sent into the Hunger Games? I'll tell you a mother with an ice cold, unforgiving heart.
Confused? Here's the story that will explain it all. So, when I was in my mother's womb, the doctors said that she would have twin boys. She was thrilled. She loved boys. Though, everyone takes boys over girls. So, when I came out, they realized that I was a girl. She was beyond horrified. Then, when my twin brother came out, somehow, I got his umbilical cord wrapped around his neck and strangled him.
My mother has never been able to forgive me. Honestly, she was the only one in the room, other than the nurses. I don't understand how a newborn baby could manage to do what was said that I did. Maybe it's true, maybe it isn't. All I know is that I don't have a twin, even though, I technically should. Also, I have a mother that hates me.
I should get one of those coffee mugs that say life is good.
The only two people that get me, are my dad, and my best friend, who is also my cousin, Estara. My older brother Dem, he's 25 and doesn't really care about me. It's not the hating relationship like with my mom, it's more like he's nine years older, and doesn't care what his little sister does.
I have to go pick up Estara, she is legitimately my cousin, but miss ice queen wouldn't take her in, when her own sister died. Money wasn't the issue, it was my happiness. She couldn't have me be happy, when her whole world was "in shambles," as she would so often tell me. Now, Star has to live in a foster family. I really wish that my parents had adopted her. She likes her foster family all right. They are extremely wealthy, so she gets fed plenty of food and has tons of toys, but they don't love her like she was their own daughter.
I start heading out the door when my mom comes down the stairs. I turn to look, and wish I hadn't. She is full on glaring at me. When she glares at you like that, it means that your in trouble. Even if you shouldn't be in trouble.
"You scoundrel, where do you think your going?" The old witch growls at me.
"To the reapings Mother."
She smiles, the evil smile someone gives you when you fall right into their trap.
"You haven't done the laundry yet dear."
"Yes, mother, I did do it. This morning while you were eating breakfast."
"No, you didn't do all of them. There are some clothes that still haven't been washed yet. They are laying on my bed."
I storm past her up the stairs, and slam her door open. I'm tired of her doing this to me. I have to go now if I want to pick up Star.
"Hush child, your brother is sleeping! You're sure going to get a spanking for that later."
Like I cared, I had to get six garments washed in ten minutes. That is if I wanted to get to the reapings on time.
It usually takes me about two to three minutes per garment, if I do a good job. I had to go super fast, dunk, soap, scrub, dunk, hang up, next one. When I finished, I went out the back door. That way I wouldn't have to be tasked again by Mother.
District 3 Male: Blade Spencer 17 POV:
He should have capitalized on that! If he had, he could have thrown an upper cut to Steels chin sweep his legs out, then kill him. I'm watching a clip from one of the Hunger Games, when Diasciss Tyras wins. I believe it was the 64th.
You could say that I'm partly trained. My father being a scientist by day, and an inventor by night. He has built us a computer, a television set, video cameras that all work. I use the computer as often as I can. I study for the Games. While most people wouldn't even think about studying, I do. Even careers, they think only about training.
Well, I can't really train. I was diagnosed with Leukemia a little over a year ago. Doctors did chemotherapy, but it wasn't working. My parents had to stop, because by the near end of it, it was only wasting money. I decided that I would volunteer this year. If I die, I will save the life of a boy who would have had to go. On the other hand, if I win, I'll have enough money to have the Capitol cure me. At first my family didn't want me to go, but they realized the logic and said that it would be the only way I could survive.
Statistically speaking, it's my best bet.
Like I said before, I haven't really been able to train. That's a bit of a lie. I have been training for six months now. I'm trying to get my body in better shape, but it's hard. I get very tired easily. When I first started, I could only work out for 10 minutes tops. Now, I can work out for just over an hour. That kind of improvement makes me proud. It might seem like nothing to you, but you don't know what I've been through. Where my lowest of the lows have been. I'm taking my cancer report as a token, to help motivate myself to my final goal. This is a now or never situation, I'm literally fighting for my life. If I don't volunteer this year, I might not even be able to next year.
Estara Blink 16 POV:
I'm so worried about Mystic, she has always been scared about getting reaped. This year, more than the past others. Her mom doesn't help, she told Mystic's brother that she hoped that Mystic would get reaped. Word easily got back to Mystic, it didn't help her growing worry. I never liked Mrs. Gray. It isn't because she didn't adopt me after both my parents died. It's like when I see her around the upper class women of district 3. She pretends like she is some super wealthy woman that lives in the Capitol. She's a middle class women who's cruel to her own daughter. I can see straight through phony people.
I wait outside my "home" for Mystic. I call it my "home" because it isn't my real home. I have a real one out there, I just haven't found it yet. My foster parents care for me, but they don't really love me. They're wealthy and caring, but they have a real son Logan who they love. I can see it when they talk to him, or about him to other people. As I have mentioned, they're wealthy, they have a 1/2 mile driveway up into a mansion that looks out into a man-made lake. They paid for the lake to be made saying, there just isn't enough water in district 3. The driveway is completely straight, so I can see Mystic when she comes. I always meet her about halfway, but today, I start walking down before I see her. I don't want to be late for the reapings. This boy once came late, he got reaped. He was just 14, only three slips. Was it rigged? I'm not taking a chance at something that stupid as getting there late.
When I get to the bottom, I look around, no sign of Mystic. I start to worry, she has never been late. I wait for about 5 more minutes. It takes about 10 minutes to get there, if I jog. The reapings start in 15 minutes. Well, I have to go now. I don't think Mystic will come anyway.
Blade Spencer POV:
Only my family knows that I'm going to volunteer. I haven't even been able to tell Rhea. We've been really good friends since we were little kids. Now, after all I've been through, I realize that I like more than as a friend. It's just every time I go to see her, I just don't have the heart to tell her that I like like her or that I'm volunteering.
I'm heading to the reapings alone. Stephany, my sister, left early to go with Rhea. I chose to not go with them. I couldn't face Rhea, especially if Stephany blabbed. I could see it now, the look of shock, the utter dismay. I saw it when I told my parents.
After I get my finger pricked, I wait in my enclosed section with the other 17 year old boys. I'm waiting and waiting and waiting. It's taking forever. Just come on, lets get this over with. Then I start to think about the Games. Bad idea, I see faces and bodies of those who died. Some tortured, others cleanly murdered. Is it worth going in?
Mystic POV:
I made it in the nick of time. I see my friend, Star. She waves me over to the 16 year old girl's section. I get there and she immediately asks," Hey, what happened? I waited for you for a little bit, but I didn't want to be late."
"Don't worry, my mother had me do some last minute chores."
Crissie Missie, our escort, interrupts us by coming out onto the stage. What a joke name. I would have changed it if I were her. She's wearing this old, old fashioned purple dress. Her heels are like two feet tall, with tassels everywhere. Her hair, also covered in tassels is honestly three feet high. Why do the people from the Capitol dress so weird? Like does anyone tell them that what they're wearing is ugly?
What seems like centuries later, the video is over and Miss Crissie Missie is walking over to the girl's bowl.
"As always, ladies first!"
She digs her hand around in the bowl, when she finds the one, she carefully opens the little slip.
"Mystic Gray!"
The air is literally sucked out of me. I look around, desperate for someone to volunteer. I look at Star. She is just as shocked as I am.
I silently make my way up to the stage. I never realized how big the Justice Building is compared to me. The, my escort is beckoning me to hurry up, but I can't, everything is in slow motion. My escort, I used to be able to say the, but now she's mine. I never wanted this to happen, but then again not very many people do.
Blade POV:
The girl, Mystic Gray. My sister knows her cousin, I think. The escort walks over to the boy's reaping bowl. She digs around longer than before, looking for the right slip. To bad I'm volunteering. It took me about half of the video to calm myself down and realize that this is my only chance. It's now or never. So when the escort starts calling out some random name, I'm not surprised to hear my own voice say "I volunteer as tribute."
The escort seems a little surprised, but excited, and maybe a little bit proud. Not ever year do you see someone from district 3 volunteering. I walk up the steps with my head held high. This is it. I shake hands with my district partner. I feel bad, she's scared. She's probably the same age as my sister, maybe a year older.
I walk into this little waiting roomish thing. It's tiny and uncomfortable. It makes me feel very large and out of place. My parents enter. They seem worried, but they aren't in tears or anything. I'm glad I told them before. I thought about just volunteering without telling them. I would feel really guilty now if I'd done that.
They don't say anything, neither do I. We just hug. When the peacekeepers come to get me, my parents tell me that they will always love me no matter what happens. Why didn't my sister or Rhea come?
If I die now, I'll never see them again. Even if I never told Rhea that I like her, we're still good friends. I would have expected her to come. The real question is why my sister isn't coming. We're best friends. I need to just stop over thinking this.
Mystic POV:
I stare at the ceiling in this tiny room they put me in. The doors burst open and I see my father and Star. Immediately Star starts apologizing for not volunteering for me. I wrap her in a big bear hug and tell her it's okay. Then, knowing I don't have much time, I give my dad a big hug. We start telling each other how much we love each other until the peacekeepers come and take them away. Then they drag me out of the room and put me on this train.
As I gaze out the window at district 3, I can't help but wonder, is this the last time I will ever see my district? Alive.
Author's Notes:
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