Alright everyone here is the district three reapings! And one thing I forgot to mention… if your tribute dies in the blood bath you get ten sponsor points!

(District three reaping's Veronica Santos's P.O.V)

I moan groggily as Dave (my father) shakes me awake.

"Five more minutes." I plead as I bury my head under the pillow.

"Nope. Sweetie it's reaping day." He says and grabs my pillow.

"All the more reason to stay in bed." I mutter and haul myself up.

"There's bread on the table." He says simply and walks out.

Great more bread, and a chance to get to fight to the death. Yay! I think sarcastically then walk over to my dresser. I pull open the drawer and sigh at the meager contents.

We own so little. Dave does his best and is always at work but it's still barely enough. And now to top it off it's time to watch some poor kids fight to the death.

I try to ignore the nagging voice in the back of my head saying it might be you and try to pick and outfit.

I scan the rows of clothes and my eyes finally come to rest on a pair of black skinny jeans and a white tank top. I grab my old well fitted vanilla jacket from my door and shrug it on. I walk into our living room of the apartment and grab the bread. I head for the door and shrug on my white converses.

Let's go prank Rachel again. It serves her right for turning into a jerk all those years ago.

I better explain. You see back in the good old days me and Rachel used to be friends. But then my mom left and Dave started drinking. I changed into what I am now but Rachel stayed the same prissy girlie girl. I sigh and sprint for her house.

If I'm gonna set up the trip wire I need to hurry. I run into my friend Lindsey however and have to laugh at how silly she looks with her green eyes and red hair sticking up all over the place.

"Hey Veronica how's it going?" She says in her usual crazy way.

I smile "Good I'm about to prank Rachel want to come?"

She shakes her head. "I wish I could but my mom needs my help with something! Sorry! See you at the reapings!" She says and bounces off.

I shake my head muffling a laugh and continue on my way. Soon I arrive at Rachel's nice brick house. I snort.

She has it so good. Plenty of money, food and a nice house. Yet she doesn't notice any of it. To stuck up for her own good.

I lean over quickly and set up the trip wire so a bucket of water will fall on her head when she walks out. I hide in the bushes and wait for the result. It works perfectly. She steps out and the bucket falls drenching her.

I step out of the bushes cracking up. She won't have time to change before the reapings. Her mother's glare and her hiss stop me though. "Oh look it's the little freak. She says intending for the words to sting.

They do. I do this so that I don't have to think about my mother leaving. Of when my father turned to drink. They will never understand. No one ever does.

"At least I'm not a stuck up prissy." I shoot back and turn for home.

I can feel Rachel's gaze on my back but I shrug it off and keep walking. I open my front door intending to just brush out my hair but I see something that makes me freeze in my tracks.

My mother. How dare she try again?! After cheating on my father.

She starts to speak but I hold up a hand "Save it Diania."

I turn and run for my room and brush my hair. Then I walk to the square. Here goes nothing.

(Francis Mccoy District three)

I wake up with a yawn and a feeling of dread. Today is reaping day. The anniversary of when my sister was sent to her death. I shudder and remind myself I'm only twelve my name is only in there three times. I took limited terrase.

I walk downstairs where mom and dad are waiting for me. "Morning." I say still tired.

"Good morning sweetie." Mom replies.

"You sure sleep in late. It's already eleven." Dad comments not looking up from the paper.

"It is?! I better hurry if I want to be ready for the reapings!" I say quickly.

A look of sadness comes on my parents face and I wonder why I mentioned it. The silence is interrupted my Daisy my miniature teacup pomerian running in yipping.

"Hi girl." I say and pick her up snuggling her against my face. She is my weakness. I love her and she keeps me centered.

I think then look up as mom clears her throat trying to hide the tears streaming down her face. "I picked out an outfit for you. Follow me." She says simply and leads me to her room.

I set down Daisy and follow her. Laid out on her bed is a simple outfit. It's a pair of decent blue jeans (the nicest pair I own), and a blue plaid shirt. "Thanks mom." I say simply.

My brothers run into the room. One sixteen, one five. "Hey squirt." Mike (the sixteen year old) says and ruffles my hair.

"Hey Mike." I reply

Tom (the five year old) just lifts up his arms a signal that he wants me to pick him up. I laugh and scoop him into my arms kissing the top of his head.

"Don't get picked." He pleads to me softly

My smile fades "I'll do my best little bro ok?" I say and set him down. "Now I need to go get ready."

I walk into my room and get dressed. Then try and fail to brush down my spikey black hair. I walk downstairs and shrug on my tennis shoes, grab Daisy, and tuck my wooden raven into my pocket.

I stand at the reapings in the crowd of boys. I swallow as our escort does the usual treaty of treason, then reaches her hands in the bowl.

Time seems to slow down as she reaches in and draws out the name. "Francis Mccoy."

(Veronica Santos P.O.V)

I watch with pity as the male tribute is dragged up to the stage sobbing in fear. I listen as the lady draws the female name and my stomach plummets.

Why? Because the name she draws is "Veronica Santos." I slowly gather my courage and walk up and stand next to the shaking boy holding his tiny dog.

Our escort grabs our hands and says "I present you with your district three tributes Veronica Santos and Francis Mccoy!" I look into the face of the crowd. I will win. I have to.

Alright guys here you go. I know it's shorter than the rest but I couldn't make it longer yet. I start school soon so things might be slower but I will try to keep the same pace. R&R!