Dezron Altracta.

Yay hunger games! My least favorite time of the year since I was twelve. Sure, I might be from one of the higher districts, but District Three isn't known for ruthless killers. Our tributes are weak, but they're smart. All our victors were able to out smart the competition.

Hopefully I won't have to do that.

I walk down the hallway, trying to keep the overflown bowl of cereal from spilling. I get to the white door, next to mine, and push it open with my shoulder. My mother lies in bed, smiling when she sees me. Before she got injured by an electric shock while she was on the job as an Assembly Operator. She and many others suffered from third degree burns and some lost control of their limbs, because the electric shock effected their brain. My mom was on of them. She can control her arms okay, but she has a hard time walking.

"Good morning mom." I say warmly as I place the tray on her lap.

"Thank you Dezron." My mother says. I sit down at the edge of the bed and watch as she eats.

What if this is the last time I see her?

I try to push away the thought. There are over a hundred names in that bowl. My chances are slim. After the reaping, I'll go to the factory with Dahimi for testing. Most of what we do is test weird candies for Capital children, but recently we've been testing some medication to help eyelash growth. So far the side effects are a temporary eye twitch and the change of your eye color. My eyes were brown like my mother's before this, but now they are a light blue. I hate the job, but I need money to pay for my mother's medical bills, and she can't work.

My mom's done so much for me. When dad left, she tried to be for me as much as possible. It was hard for her to be both parents, and I admire her for trying. She's always put me first. When she lost her job, she took one in the factory so she could still feed me, knowing it was a dangerous job. The least I can do for her is help her while she's in need since she's helped me so many times while I was in need.

I look at the clock on my mother's bed side table. The reaping is in an hour. I hug my mother tightly and go to get ready. My mom won't be able to come to the reaping since she's bedridden. If I'm reaped, she probably won't know for a few hours, unless someone decides to come and tell her. I'm not sure who would though. I don't have many friends besides Dahimi. But I will come home today, I have to.

Alana Wen

I sit close to Spark. It's so cold this morning, I don't know what he wanted to meet this early. I sigh deeply, looking at my breath. It's so damn cold on this roof top, I should have warn a thicker coat.

"What's wrong?" Spark asks, looking off at the sun as it slowly rises.

"Nothing." I say. He smirks and looks over his shoulder at me.

"Don't give me that," he says, "What, is it the reaping?"

I wish it was...

My father was the head gamemaker a few years ago, but they got rid of him when they suspected he was planning a rebellion. Snow kept him alive though for his intelligence. My father has never told me this, but I found out when I found some letters on his desk. Even since then, he's been giving me little amounts of training to help me if I was ever reaped. He said he was worried they would put me in the games a revenge. Every year, I keep think it will be my last.

"You know, Chloe wouldn't want you to worry so much." Spark says sadly. I sigh and nod. I know he's right, but I still miss her. I mean, she only died last year to those stupid games.

"If I'm reaped, the first tributes I take out are going to be those district four kids..." I mumble. Spark shakes his head.

"Don't punish those kids for something someone else did. It's unfair. The district three kids have killed plenty of people, you wouldn't want to be part of someone else's mistake. And that boy did what he had to. I'm sure he has a family just like Chloe." Spark says, looking back at the sky. I don't see why Spark doesn't blame anyone for his sister's death. He of all people should be angry, she was all the family he had. Not only did he lose his sister, but I lost my best friend.

"He didn't have to kill her."

"What else was he supposed to do? Sit there and go on strike?" Spark asks. He stands up and rubs the back of his neck, "Those kids shouldn't be blamed for something they were forced to do, okay?"

"Whatever..."

Spark shakes his head, "You've shut down since she died. You've shut everyone out except for me and your dad... I'm worried about you." It's when he says stuff like that when I realize why I have a crush on him.

"Fine, you win," I say, putting my hands up. I stand up then, "Look, I have to go before my parents realize I'm gone."

I jump off the roof top and start walking. When I look back, Spark is still watching me.

Reaping

Despite being one of the higher districts, district three doesn't welcome the Hunger Games as much as District One and Two. Yes, there are the supporters, but most of the people are smart. They can realize how twisted the games really are.

The children stand in their age groups. Alana is as stiff as a board. When she got home, she heard the news her mother died. She knew the Capital did it, and it was just the beginning of what was to come. This was the day she would leave all she ever knew, and go off to fight for her life. Dezron isn't doing so well either. All he can think about is his frail mother at home. She'd be crushed if he never came back. Dahimi promised to look after her if anything happened, but she assured him he'd be fine.

(Let's just skip straight to the reaping since no one cares about the video :P)

"As usual, ladies first!" The man on stage smiles. A few people clap, but very few do it because they are excited, "Alana Wen!"

Alana isn't surprised. She shows no real reaction and just walks up on stage. She knows know one would volunteer for her, not many people from Three do. She stood up on stage, blankly staring at the crowd. She saw Spark in the crowd, his face in a state of mourning. He not only had lost his sister last year, but now, he is loosing his best friend.

"Okay, now for the boys," the escort says. He walks over to the other reaping bowl, his blue hair bouncing as he walks, "Dezron Altracta!"

Dezon looks around. He doesn't want to believe it was his name that was called. As the Peacekeepers walk up to him to bring him up, he realizes no one is going to save him. He swallows hard and marches up on stage, trying his best to be brave. He stands next to Alana, trying to not show emotion, even though he wants to run on the inside.

"Ladies and gentlemen of District Three, your tributes, Alana Wen and Dezron Altracta!" the escort says, raising the tributes hands. The claps are quiet and slow and soon stop. The two tributes are then walked into the justice building to say their goodbyes.

I just want to go over one thing some one brought up. Someone said that they make it clear in the books you can't move from district to district. I know this. I just did it since the character seemed so much like a District Four person. I also did it to show that the Capital is willing to let the Career district do whatever they want since the supply strong tributes.

I'll also be putting up a poll once I have all the reaping chapters done so you can vote on the winning tribute. (The lower amount of votes a tribute has, the sooner they'll die)

Thank you for reading! Next chapter is District Four!