Author Note: Here's District 3's reaping! Hope y'all like it.
I stare up at the ceiling. Everyone is freaking out over the chance of being Reaped.
I don't see the point in it.
It's just a publicity stunt that the President thinks will make him historic or famous.
He's already famous, he is the President after all.
I'm locked up because of his men.
The peacekeepers had come to District 3 to get some custom guns built.
Who better than me to make these guns for them? I am one of the best in District 3.
I had tampered with their guns so they would misfire horribly and kill the peacekeepers.
I had forgotten about it by time I went home to my boyfriend, Dune.
We had been eating dinner when they kicked our door down.
Turns out the misfire had only killed one peacekeeper out of the four.
Dune didn't believe them at first, and I wasn't going to tell him different.
But after they explained to him exactly what I did, he broke up with me.
Selfish man.
I didn't love him anyway, I just lived with him so I didn't have to pay rent.
I may have had a lot of money but I didn't like spending it if I didn't have to. Of course, now I don't have any.
I yawn loudly.
I could hear an annoyed grumble next door, and it causes me to snicker; the walls are paper thin around here.
The woman in the cell next to me hates me. She had been my babysitter growing up. Funny that we both ended up in here, side by side.
I believe that she somehow thinks I want to be here. I don't; I want to be free.
Who would want to spend the rest of their lives behind bars?
"Alright, listen up everyone!" It was the head peacekeeper.
I sit up to face the cell door.
I could just barely see the head peacekeeper.
He had a single bucket with him and a megaphone.
It must be time for reaping.
I lay back down, not caring to pay attention.
What does it matter to me if someone is reaped?
"Our first ever convict tribute is," he pauses.
"Clementine Hawk!" My eyes snap open full of anger.
I begin to throw things round my cell as I scream profanities at the top of my lungs.
Two peacekeepers come into my cell and restrain me.
It didn't take much effort for them to put the shackles on my hands and feet. I can't fight worth a shit.
Within just thirty minutes of being alone inside of the train, I have broken everything I could reach.
I know they'll be angry with me, but they are getting exactly what they deserve!
This had to have been rigged!
How ironic would it be that the forty year old woman who tampered with the peacekeeper's guns would get reaped in the first ever convict hunger games?
Little did they know that I am onto President Alva's plan. I am not as stupid as he thinks I am!