Jay Wilcox

District 3

Dark shadows followed me as I made my way around my room, pulling out the black pants I had hanging up, and the white button up shirt lying on the ground. I sighed and ignored them, willing them to disappear. They didn't. I was being watched.

I grabbed the special anklet my mother had made before she died, and pulled it over my ankle. I guess even as a baby, I was afraid. So afraid that before coming out, I killed my mother. I would never get over the guilt, that, even as a baby, I had killed someone. Someone I loved.

As I walked downstairs, all I couldn't concentrate on was what was around me. I kept feeling eyes on me, the same as every Reaping day. It felt like they were watching, just waiting for the day I would get picked and die.

I sat by my father and sister, Leela, and pushed my caramel colored hair from my face. Once again checking the room to see if anyone was watching me.

"Why are you always like that? So jumpy." Leela's eyes met my pale blue ones and I blushed, and then turned away. I honestly didn't know why I was so paranoid, but I was. I have always told myself it's a good thing, that way I will never get hurt.

"Yeah, I want to know too." I tell her, because I do. But that hardly matters, because even if I knew, I would still be paranoid. She just glared at me, and I rolled me eyes. After a couple forkfuls of fruit I stood.

"It's a shame to have to leave this amazing dinner, but it's the reaping. Unlike some people, I don't want to be late." I walked slowly from the house, making my way towards the reaping.

"Jay-y-y!" A voice called from beside me. I spun around and grinned when I saw my friend Carter walking towards me. I was one of those few people I felt completely and utterly safe around.

"You about ready for the Reaping?" I called out to him, seeing as he was still a while away from me.

"Nah, but when is anyone?" I shrugged and we continued to walk over to the reaping, arriving right in time to hear Mayor Eris go through the treaty. We both made our way to the 16's, then waited.

"And now for your escort, Rita Foyer!" A woman with metallic gold hair and gems around her eyes stepped onto the staging, causing Mayor Eris to sit.

"Ladies first!" She squealed, and her hand practically dive-bombed the bowl. If we weren't in such a serious circumstance, I'm sure I would have laughed.

"Roseabella Robinson!" She called out. Everyone looked around in confusion when no one came forward. Where was Roseabella?

"Roseabella Robinson!" Her voice was louder this time, and a girl stepped forward. As she walked up, I swear I heard a gasp run through the crowd.

She was beautiful! That's not a word I use to describe anyone often, but about her it was true. I saw her fear filled dark blue eyes move somewhere to the middle of the crowd, and her lips moved. Suddenly a loud sob echoed through district 3, and I covered my mouth to stop from saying anything myself. I'm sorry… Was all I could do.

Before I could even notice she was pulling out a slip for us. I watched intently to see who would be sent off to either die, or murder, this time.

"Jay Wilcox!"

I felt terrible for this Jay kid. He was going to have to go into the arena, and…

Wait! That's me!

Suddenly my entire body broke out shaking. I resisted the urge though, to scream or black out as I made my way up to stage.

I noticed Roseabella looking at me strangely for a minute, as if she was calculating her odds at killing me. She probably was. And I was pretty sure I looked easy to kill. But all of a sudden she frowned guiltily and grabbed my hand, then shook it.

"Congratulations to the tributes from District Three, Roseabella and Jay! Happy Hunger Games, and may the odds be ever in your favor!"

Congrats indeed.

OoOoO

"What on earth are you going to do out there? You literally can't kill a fly!" I sighed with frustration as my dad brought up the fly.

"I told you! The fly told me not to kill him! Why do you care if I come back alive or not anyway?"

That's it. I had hit the mark. He spun around and left the room, muttering about how ungrateful I was along the way. Then Leela came in, watching him.

"Looks like you got him pissed." I nodded.

"Look, this is hard for me. I know we aren't… The closest. But I just want to tell you; I'm here, okay? I… love you. As a brother. Of course. Incest, ew."

I broke out into hysterics, especially at the incest part, but stopped when she looked offended.

"I love you to Leela, and I know your there. And yeah, incest is gross."

She smiled a small smile before leaning in and kissing me on the forehead. "You do good in there, okay Jay?' She then left, leaving me to myself.

"Ok." I knew Carter was supposed to come in soon, so I sighed and waited. Eventually the door slammed open, and I looked up.

"Jay, I'm going to make it home." Roseabella told me. One of her eyebrows was raised, expecting me to deny her demand. Instead I felt myself starting to shake again, overcome by the realness of the situation. But I wasn't about to show that.

"Maybe, maybe not. We will see." My eyes made my way around the room, trying to find a way besides the door to leave. She was so… intimidating.

"An alliance?" She suggested. I bit my lip and mulled it over. If you die, don't you want someone from district 3 to comfort your parents? Or some bastard from district one? Any help, will help.

"Alright…" I could tell my voice was shaky, so I made myself toughen up. "The trains are probably here. Lets go."

A/N – If you are getting tired of these authors notes, tell me! I just want to say this is another written off pure sleep! I am planning on doing all of district for, and at least start district 5 tomorrow! If you have any suggestions on what to do with your character for anything in this story, tell me. (By the way, only one chapter of these is under 1k words xD Im proud) THANK YOU TO MY REVIEWERS! I LOVE YOU! And yes, everyone who reviewed so far gets a cookie. Review this time for a brownie