''Why the hell do I have to wear this crappy looking ass outfit?'' I said.
''You may be new to capitol, but, that doesn't give you any right, or excuse to talk like that to me. I am the president of this country, and if I wanted to, I could execute you at any moment, and find myself a new escort for district three.'' The president scolded.
''Yes, sir.'' I said.
''That's how I like it. You obey me, and don't talk back. I'll abuse this power to my advantages as long as I want to.''
''Yes, president.'' I replied.
''President who?''
''President Real.'' I sighed.
''Good, now get the hell out of my office before I have them execute you. And that's a promise.'' He said.
I walked out of the office in a kind manner, but as soon as I got outside, I flipped shit. Knowing that our president was some douche bag made things even worse than I could possibly imagine. I thought that working in the capitol would have been fun. Most of my friends worked for the capitol, they got there somehow. Probably by smashing the presidents daughter for all I know, she could have offered them that opportunity. As I boarded the hovercraft to get to district three, I started playing around with the cool equipment they had. I looked at the district three section, and they had the most tech-like electronics I have ever seen. I stayed there because that's the district I'm representing, and I wanna know a little bit more about them. Although I have no idea what it's like there and what they do, I know that they're the electronic district. Pretty cool if you ask me.
''Here is your stop, go out there and escort those tributes.'' One of the capitol people told me.
I couldn't stop laughing as I walked off of the train with a plate of goods that were so delicious. As I walked out with them, the capitol people followed me and stayed inside where all they could do was hear. As I walked in front of the audience of district three, I noticed that most people there had different looking glasses, and held some sort of videogame like hand-held electronic. They must of prepared something special for me. I could sense it. As I walked up to the mic, I dropped the plate of food as I started to laugh my ass off, as I thought of the word escort. I knew that long ago, they taught us these words when I was still in school, they told us what the word escort meant, and two months ago, they changed it to mean person who chooses tributes from district to participate in the Hunger Games. Everyone looked at me as I was wheezing the words, ''escort.'' They looked at me like I was an immature little boy who didn't know what he was talking about. I quickly stopped as the capitol people in the back told me to zip it. I quickly snapped out of it, and chose the a envelope from the ladies bin. The girl who was chosen was named ''Lectra Sparks.'' I thought that was a pretty name, and it went well with district three. She walked up wearing a long robe that had sparks zapping out of it. I don't know why but she got oddly close, and I thought that she was trying to kill me. I slowly got away from her, and got an envelope from the boys bin, the boy who was chosen was named ''Arthur Zubel.'' His last name interested me, because that was the last name of one of my friends back home in district five who now works in the capitol.
''These are your tributes from district three, wish the both of them luck.'' I said.
As soon as we were about to leave, everyone including the two tributes, pressed the electronic they had in their hand; fireworks came up that said ''District Three We Are A Proud District.'' It amazed me that this district was looked so down on. It was one of the first five, but so far from the capitol making it poor. As the tributes finished talking to their families and friends, we boarded the train that would take us to the capitol. The both of them asked me what my name was, and I told them, ''Yulu Derm.'' They were a nice bunch of tributes. Even though district three was poor, I liked the way it looked. There were buildings made of stone, and towers that reached at least three hundred feet tall with sparks flying out. The water there looked beautiful, but there was not much. Their markets were nicely made of lightning and firework fabric. I loved the look of district three, I hope to be there soon another day.