Delta Mono, District Three

It's been a few years now, that I've been basically all alone. I can remember the day clearly, even though I don't want to. It happened in the summer, both incidences. The first time was when my father and older sisters left to work in the factory. I was only fourteen then. Nobody quite knows what happened exactly; we were told that they disappeared mysteriously along with all the other workers in the factory, but common belief is that the peacekeepers murdered them all. Why? That's still theorised to this day. A few weeks later some peacekeepers came and raided our home, trying to steal my father's and sisters' possessions. My mother wouldn't let them and she was beaten to death right in front of mine and my older brother's eyes. It was horrific. I still wake up some nights screaming at nothing to stop.

It's just me and my older brother now, living in the slums of District Three. Although it's the slums we're definitely one of the more well off; per compensation we were given money for the deaths of my parents and three older sisters. We could've afforded to move into a bigger house but the slums are fine; people are closer and look out for one another anyway.

Usually in the mornings my brother, Gage, and I go metal hunting and sell whatever scraps we can find to the factories for some extra money to treat ourselves at the end of the month, but today we don't do that. Instead, Gage goes to the market to buy some of the most expensive food we can afford to treat ourselves. It's his last reaping and my second to last and we want to make this one special. Besides, I've got a bad feeling about this year's reaping.

Whilst he's shopping I go and get changed. The dress I choose is one of the only possessions we were allowed to keep; a lush blue velvet dress that belonged to my mother. Apparently it's inspired by a decade in the pre-Panem continent, puffing out at the waist. I think the Capitol calls this style 'circle-skirts.' It looked good on my mother, but it just looks awkward on me. No matter how I model and angle my body, it doesn't look natural. My mother was of an average height, plump but certainly not large. I, on the other hand, have a thin, wiry body with longer limbs than she did. I'm just slightly taller than the average female height, but my long arms and legs make me seem taller than I am. The only thing I'm truly happy with, both in my reaping outfit and in general, is my hair. Most people who have my body type seem to have thinner hair, or at least in District Three, but I have thick hair much like my mother's. Whenever I style it I have memories of her doing the same, back when we lived in a better part of the district. Usually I welcome the nostalgia, but today it makes me sick and I give myself one more long glance in the fractured mirror before turning away abruptly and going downstairs to lay the table for breakfast.

It seems Gage was quicker than I had anticipated because when I get there, the table's already laid and I can smell bacon from the kitchen. Following the scent, I find my brother standing over the stove and tending to the meat. You can tell he's got the good bacon this time and not the knock-offs some people try to sell. It might not be much, but it's expensive and lavish for us. He must hear my footsteps because he turns around and smiles, "You look nice."

"Thanks," I reply, tucking some hair behind my ear, feeling my cheeks go red slightly. Gage is the sort of person who never compliments anyone, not even me, so any compliment is true and genuine. It lets me relax - if I'm reaped today then maybe, just maybe, the Capitol might like how I look and be more inclined to sponsor me.

We don't talk as he finishes cooking the meat - he'll prefer to eat when we're sat down. It takes him a while to get the food to how we like it, but sure enough we're sat at the table taking modest bites out of the buns with the meat in the middle.

"We'll be fine," He says out of nowhere, looking at me and giving me a small smile, "We'll be able to have the rest of the bacon tonight."

I nod, laughing slightly, "Will we even stop by the market again on the way home and see if we can get some ice cream?" Ice cream's a delicacy we never get to have. Maybe we'll have it tonight.

He lets out a hearty laugh, one I rarely hear, before nodding, "We'll get enough ice cream to last us the month."

We'll have to be careful though, we've been saving up to either improve the house or move. We can't blow that money.

I give my brother a long, hard glance. The bad feeling's still there. I hope I'm not the one who's waving him off.

Melvin Morris, District Three

Audra's been in my room again, she's messed things up. My pillow's crooked and I know for a fact that my bed had been made perfectly. I wouldn't have it any other way. I know it's her from her hysterical laughter coming from downstairs. The laughter doesn't last very long because I can hear my parent's scolding her. I'm their precious child, the one they keep safe and they know she does it on purpose. I can also hear my older siblings, Guthrie and Julianne, say something about me needing to grow up, but I pay no attention to them.

Instead, I look over my reflection for the umpteenth time, making sure I look as perfect as I can be. My hair's combed back without a single hair out of place, everything perfect. The water used to keep it back gives my hair a slightly darker reddish colour than it usually is. Any dents in my glasses have been rounded out - I made sure to do that last night, even though it took me quite a while. My trouser legs are the same length, as are my socks and the laces on my shoes. They're all perfect. The tie I wear remains in place and the jacket, that's slightly too large for me, is as perfect as I can make it. Once I'm satisfied with my appearance, I decide to eat something as I'm sure nerves paired with a lack of food won't be good for me.

My family's already huddled around our small table and I take my place in between Julianne and Audra, opposite my mother. Three of us could get reaped today but my parents are more concerned about me. Guthrie and Julianne work in the factories - I'm sure if they got reaped they'd be able to put up a good fight and get far. I, on the other hand, probably wouldn't fare so well.

"How're you feeling Melvin?" My mother asks with a small smile, passing over the plate of toast.

I shrug as I take a slice, placing it on my plate, "It'll be unlikely that it's me, right?"

They nod, but you can tell they're putting too much belief in their movements.

This is my second reaping; I've only for five more to go.

Delta Mono, District Three

I don't like being separated from Gage, it doesn't feel right. We've faced the world together since I was fourteen and him fifteen. We're a team, hell, we even sleep in the same bed out of fear of losing one another. I make sure I can see him though; we stand at the edges of the allocated blocs and when I look behind me he smiles and gives me a thumbs up. He's reassuring me that we'll be fine. I hope he's right.

Our escort's always been a bit more sympathetic compared to other escorts; she's young and always looks as if she has a hard time picking the names. I wonder why she's in this profession then. She, unlike the other escorts, doesn't go on for ages after the film about the Dark Days and instead just gets straight to it. I like that. Let's get it over and done with.

"As always, we'll start with the girls," She says with a curt nod as she walks over to the bowl of papers. I don't know how many times my name is in there, I've lost count, but I don't think the odds are in my favour.

And they're not.

Melvin Morris, District Three

"Delta Mono!"

I, like everyone, turn to the girls section to identify the tribute who's just been called upon. It takes her a few seconds but, from the seventeen-year-old's section emerges a thin girl with luscious brown hair. She looks scared and sad but her movements are normal - she's not slowed down out of fear and she's not going fast. She doesn't look about, her eyes are only on our escort. She turns around once though, to look at a boy in the eighteen-year-old's section who looks devastated, tears already streaming down his face. They must be close. She tries to smile at him and give him a thumbs up but the peacekeepers push her to the stage.

She walks slowly up the stairs and, when she's stood still, you can see how much she shakes. Our escort gives her a sympathetic smile before she repeats the action for the male's. She fumbles a little bit, ripping the perfectly cut paper before speaking into her microphone. "Melvin Morris!"

The world around me goes still, nothing's moving. The people around me look at me in fear and I can hear the escort beckoning me to move. Except I can't. I'm frozen on the spot, unsure of what to do. I turn around desperately and shout for Guthrie. He always says I need to face the real world but I don't think he ever meant this.

"Guthrie!" I shout over and over, voice getting more and more desperate each time. I can see him. His face is pale and he does nothing. He stares glassily at me as I feel the peacekeepers hoist me up. My perfect image disintegrates as I'm carried to the stage; I kick and bawl because no, I don't want this. Delta looks at me in horror, as does the escort, and when I'm in my designated place I can barely stand still.

"Tributes, shake hands," Our escort commands, forcing us to turn and face each other.

Our hands link and I can feel her squeezing mine slightly, giving me a small smile. Maybe she's someone who'll look out for me.

"Here are your tributes for the 70th Annual Hunger Games!"

I don't look at the crowd and instead I'm ushered into the Justice Building.

I'm going to die.

I've got so much inspiration for this story so that's why I'm updating it so quickly! I said to myself I'd wait at least two days before updating it but, here we are!

I feel sorry for Delta; she's not had a good life and I love Melvin so much, he's so cute and I honestly feel bad for him :c

I hope I did them justice!

We've got a few spots left; the D6 male, D7 male, D11 male and the D12 male. If we get those in, then we'll be all set to go!

Remember, reviews make me happy~!

- Oli