A/N: I slightly changed the reaping information. If you've read it, just just to that part.
Chapter 22: The Third Quarter Quell
(KATNISS POV)
We left District Twelve yesterday after I returned home from the bakery. Cato carried Melody so she wouldn't be putting pressure on her ankle while Prim and I carried the bags. Not much was brought off the train, but Prim had quite a bit to bring. We would be arriving any minute, not that I wanted to be there.
"When we arrive, stay on the train. Peacekeepers will carry our bags and escort us to our new home," I said putting a hand on Prim's shoulder. "The Capital citizens dress in crazy colored clothes and will want to be all over us, which is why Peacekeepers are here, for our safety."
(PRIM POV)
"I understand," I said. "I just don't get why you and Cato couldn't have come and lived in Twelve. I know it's not as glamorous as Two, but it wasn't a bad place to live!"
(CATO POV)
"Shh," I said looking at the television. "President Snow is about to announce what the Third Quarter Quell is going to be."
I really could care less about the Third Quarter Quell, but I had to make sure that none of us were in any danger.
(PRESIDENT SNOW POV)
"Attention," I said into the camera. "It's time to announce the conditions for the Third Quarter Quell."
I reached into the box and drew out the envelope marked "Third Quarter Quell." Opening it, I pretended that I had no clue what was inside.
"This year, there will be an age change and FIVE tributes from each district. The age has been changed to allow tributes from the age of eight all the way up to the age of nineteen to be reaped. These tributes will be treated as others, with entries from previous years being added on to their entries this year, that is if they were previously in the games. As for the five tributes, even districts will have to give at least two boys and one girl, while odd districts will have to give at least one boy and two girls. After those three tributes have been chosen, the remaining names will be combined and mixed up. The remaining two tributes from each district will be chosen from the mixed bowl. Previous victors can be reaped as well," I said before putting the card down. "May the odds be ever in your favor."
(GALE POV)
I'm eighteen, about to me nineteen. I was supposed to be free from having to be in the games. I'm eighteen, about to be nineteen, and I would have to stand the chance of being reaped again this year. There would be sixty tributes, and I might be reaped. I might be entered in the games. I might have to fight for my life, like Katniss, to return home. I might have to out live fifty-nine other tributes.
(PRESIDENT SNOW POV)
I could see the train coming through the tunnel, which means the train will be slowing and the "lovely" couple will return home with their little sisters. I had no clue how we would do it, but we had to get Gale in the games because it would hurt Katniss the most. We would extend the age of the tributes this year. He had to be in the games. He had to be a tribute. He had to go to District Fourteen with the other "dead" tributes.
(PEETA POV)
There had to be a way off this island. The force field could only hold us for so long, but than again there are stories about people here from the first Hunger Games. I don't know why they did it, bring us back to life and keep us away the rest of the world.
A/N: It's short, but I think it's perfect because there's drama from the middle to the end, especially the end! I'm mostly venting below so you don't have to read it!
UNCLE UPDATE: Same as last chapter, but my uncle got my cousin to finally clean the freakin' cat box! He tried to get down and couldn't. I feel bad not mu uncle, but all my cousin does is sit on his ass all day, goes out to take two puffs of a cigarette and come right back inside (bringing the smell in too which makes me sick), curses worse then a sailer (mother fucker, cock sucker, son of a bitch, etc.). He used the CS one because "he hurt himself" cleaning the box. He needs to grow up! They're in the garage fighting! It's funny because when my uncle dies and my cousin is all alone, he'll have to clean the box by himself because me, my mom and my dad won't be there to help him. he's worse than an autistic three year old throwing a temper tantrum because his mother left him at school! (My mom works with special needs 3-5 year olds and one kids was like that at first. He's a lot better now, but my cousin is never going to grow up and act mature. He's 30, but sure as hell doesn't act like it! Anyway, I had to vent a little while telling you (very little) about my uncle...