I know it's been a while since I've updated. But I promised I'm not quitting the story. Here is the district 3 reapings. Please read all of the POV's even if they aren't your characters. It's greatly appreciated.

Kia Marx (F3)

I've thought about running away before. Trisha and I. We might be able make it to some other district. There are a couple of districts we've thought about running off to. 1, 2, 4, and 6. But I doubt it will happen. And if my mom was still alive, I probably wouldn't be thinking like this. I'm just kind of sick of my dad. He doesn't love me. He doesn't care about me. I suppose I could run away withing the district. It's a decent sized district. But me and Trisha couldn't get our own place in the district without breaking some laws, since we're only 15. Trisha is almost as withdrawn from her family and school as I am. She has brown her like I do, but hers his longer. Mine only comes down to my shoulders. She has really pale skin, a little lighter than mine.

We have talked about running away but I highly doubt we will. I'll just have to suck it up, and live at home with my dad and my dog. I keep the dog for company since dad never talks to me. He used too a little more, but then mom died and we both kinda withdrew ourselves from the district, and for some reason each other. It bothers me sometimes, and sometimes I think about talking to him but I never do.

I am eating breakfast now. I brought my dad his breakfast in his room. Like always he just lied there and stared up at the ceiling. I ate mine, and now I'm heading to my room to put on my reaping outfit. I put on a simple sleeveless black shirt, and some comfy black pants. And I tell dad it's time to go but there is no reply so I just leave anyway.

Kol Shay (M3)

Today is the day. The day I get to leave this district. Even though I will have to return when I win, but I'll still be gone for a little bit. Kol Shay, the future victor of the fourth Quarter Quell. Has a nice ring to it. But I shouldn't be getting too cocky. I haven't even volunteered for the games yet. But I will. Today.

I decide to put on my reaping outfit early. I have a pair of jeans and a dress jacket on. I look in the mirror, and it looks good. I have black shaggy hair down to my hazel eyes. I am skinny, but also quite muscular. I am sort of a jock at school. I play a lot of sports, and I'm good at them. I also have plenty of followers. I don't have really any good friends, just people who follow me around. Mainly Jack, Rory, Blaine, James, and Sam. They also play a lot of sports, so we get along.

I live with my dad. But he's never really home. He is a complete workaholic. But he's home today since today's the reaping. He is dressed up today, instead of wearing his usual electricians uniform. We have a quick breakfast. "Ready to go?" he asks.

"Yup," I reply, and then we're out.

Kia Marx (F3)

My dad never showed up. I'm sitting next to Trisha in the fifteens section. The mayor is up on the stage doing his speech. We have our 4 living victors in their chairs. One of them is passed out, and another is wasted, babbling something insignificant in to the ear of the girl next to her. I recognize all of them. Our oldest is a woman named Wiress. She won back in like the 65th games or sometime around then. The newer victors help her now since Beetee died 6 years ago. She is a little nuts. To Wiress's right is Mara. She's our newest victor. She won the 96th games. She is Wiress's main helper. She is very nice. But she wasn't in the arena. She was vicious. Then there is Jefferson Roz, who won the 84th games, to her right. He is the one who is wasted. And then to his right is Reena Elekson, who won the 86th games. It seems she is just waking up from he nap. She doesn't care. She is ruthless. She made friends in her games and then drugged 'em up and slaughtered them.

I focus back in when the escort comes on. "Let's pick for the girls first!" she says cheerfully as ever. She takes extra time drawing a name and finally she reads it out. "Kia Marx, come on up!" I look around for who got picked until Trisha nudges me. Then it sinks in. I'm in the Hunger Games. This isn't good, but it could be an opportunity, if I could win. But for now I just walk to the stage. I'll stratagize later. She draws the boys name, "Bolt Cravice." Some scrawny 13 year old stands up, actually holding a confident face but out on nowhere I here a voice.

"I volunteer." This is different. Some eighteen year old boy stands up and comes up. He looks kinda creepy. But I shake his hand and we're off to the Justice Building, where only Trisha shows up. She was sobbing but I held strong. It was sad when she had to leave but I can forget about it for now. Now it's time to stratagize.

Kol Shay (M3)

We got to the reapings, and took our spots. Of course Jack, Rory, Blaine, James, and Sam found me. I don't really feel like hanging out with them right now but we won't be here for too long. I look at the stage where the mayor is. It looks like the victors are having fun. Wiress is babbling to Mara, Reena is taking a nap, and my favorite one Jefferson was wasted. Usually he wasn't like this. I've talked to him quite a bit about sports. He is really nice, but quite paranoid. I've seen reruns of his games on TV. He stalked people around and stabbed them all in the back. I hope he is my mentor.

"Kia Marx," the escort babbled on. A small fifteen year-old girl got up to the stage. She went to the boys ball, and called some thirteen year-old boys name. I stood up and yelled, "I volunteer." The crowd gasped since we don't have many volunteers. I walked up quite confidently. The girl gave me a funny look, but I shook her hand. Then the reapings were over and we were brought to the Justice Building.

The first to show up was my dad. "I believe in you," he said. I knew he was disappointed I wanted to do this. "You... you can win," he continued. I knew he didn't have the most hope in me but he'll see. Finally he had to leave though. Next of course, came Jack, Rory, Blaine, James, and Sam. They all looked super concerned.

"I'll be fine," I told them. "See you when I get home. Good luck at the soccer championship." Soccer is a big sport in out school, and our team made it to the championship. Too bad I had to leave. But it's okay. They can win in soccer, and I can win the games.

Well there it is. I hope you liked it. Please review and PM. I like constructive criticism. I hope to get District 4 up in decent time. Thanks for waiting.