The Reaping of District 3: Asher Fuse

My name is Asher Fuse. I'm fourteen years old and I live in the harsh place of District 3. It's hard here. Not too much food and the little kids here starve, until they die. It's the Capitol's fault. Yet, they want to punish us with The Hunger Games. Apparently we are bad, and we have to fight to the death now.

I walk out to the woods with my best friend, Felicia Solstice. We are both fourteen, and she is my best friend. We have been friends since we were six. But between you and me, I actually kind of like her. But I don't let her know that. It would totally ruin our friendship.

"Happy Reapings," Felicia says. I give a fake laugh and she laughs for real.

"Yeah, sure. Happy," I say. Felicia gives me a sincere look. Her shoulder length blond hair is French braided. Her hazel eyes shimmer in the sun and she looks into my eyes. Felicia is way shorter than me and she has pale skin. Felicia is dressed in a pink skirt with a white low cut shirt. She has her ballet shoes on, too. "Y-you look good today." Felicia blushes along with me and laughs.

"Um, thanks. You don't look bad yourself."

I wear a white button up shirt with a black vest. My red short tie isn't tied and I wear black pants. My one green eye and my other blue eye meet hers and she laughs and pretends to punch me. I fix my light brown gelled up hair and we walk back to my house.

"How many times did you put your name in?" I ask Felicia.

"Fifteen, you?" She replies.

"Twenty," I say. Felicia nods her head and we continue back to my house.

When we reach my old house, Felicia immediately takes a seat on the couch and turns the T.V. on. Usually we are on blackout right now, but since today is the Reaping, every channel (we have three channels) is going on about the first Hunger Games. The main channel, which broadcasts from the Capitol, shows all of the mentors and escorts on their way to their designated District. All of the citizens of the Capitol have ugly faces. Either they got plastic surgery, or they dyed their hair a different color, or dyed their skin a different color. It's quite disgusting and I hear Felicia groan.

"How gross!" I exclaim. She nods her head and pretends to puke. I laugh and sit down next to her.

"I can't believe they do that to themselves. I mean, they have enough money to do that and they can't spare us anything. They just sit back and watch us die… Like District 13," Felicia rants.

"They only… took away District 13 because they were being bad. Not because they wanted to do it," I say. She shakes her head.

Felicia hates the Capitol. Absolutely despises them. The reason? Because my mother snuck into District 13 to help some of our friends, and then the Capitol destroyed the District. My mother didn't get out on time.

"We should get going," I say. Felicia nods and we head down to the square.

The whole square is already crammed when we get there. We squeeze our way through and soon are in our age group. The mayor takes his time to walk on stage and he talks about stuff. Felicia fakes a yawn and the Peacekeepers glare at her. She quickly stands up tall and they nod and look back at the mayor.

"That was close," She whispers.

Soon, a man walks onstage. He looks tired and he has gray hair. He waves politely and introduces himself. "Hello, District 3! My name is Samuel and I will be the mentor of the lucky two tributes!"

Lucky?

"And I'm Symone; I'll be your escort!" A lady says. And she immediately takes a jar and starts to pull a name. I suddenly grab Felicia's hand and squeeze it.

Symone calls out Felicia Solstice.

"No, Felicia!" I say. I see a tear a tear escape from her eyes and she walks up to the stage.

"How old are you?" Symone asks.

"F-f-fourt-teen," Felicia says. Symone nods and then Felicia takes a seat next on stage.

"And on to the boy tribute!" Symone reaches into the jar and pulls out a slip of paper. "Asher Fuse!"

The Reaping of District 3: Felicia Solstice

When I walked onstage, I was shaking badly. I tell her my age and sit down. I look down at my parents. My mother is smiling at me. She has been waiting for me to die for a long time now. My father isn't here. He is probably getting drunk somewhere. And I imagine my brother standing next to Mom. He killed himself when he was only sixteen.

"Go take a seat over there," Samuel whispers to me. Apparently I'm lucky to be a tribute for the Hunger Games.

"Asher Fuse!" Symone yells.

Wait, what? Asher was going into the dreaded Games with me? I smiled a bit and he took the seat next to me. We each have some advantages in the Games. He is a good hunter, and I can map out locations in my head. He squeezes my hand and then I quickly realize something.

Asher and I will have to kill each other.

The boy that I have had a crush on since I was seven will have to fight me.

My true love will have to kill me.

And I have to kill my true love.

Author's Note:

I don't own the Hunger Games.

Hey guys! Here is the Reapings for District 3. Thanks so much to Welcom2rainbow for the two tributes!

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