A.N. Hey sorry guys this week has been kind of crazy first week of high school has started and this has been the first time I have had a break or not been completely tired so sorry again but here is chapter 3 .

Chapter 3: Reaping

"Welcome Welcome to the 74th annual Hunger Games." District twos escort has long red hair that goes to her ankles and purple eyes of course done by the capitol. Her accient is heavy and strong, luckily most of my life I have been listening to it, but that doesn't make it any less annoying! She must be wearing at least 7 inch heels and a dress that looks like a wedding gown only in yellow and the flowers on it are green, she looks so ridiulas it makes me feel sick. " Ahh district 2 how i have longed to see all your glowing faces." Once no ones responds her smiles vanishes and she starts again. "well shall we begin then." She says in more of a statement then a question as she walks over to the bowl with all the boys in it. " Johndi Walker" " I volunteer" a strong voice projects from the boys near the back of everyone. A tall boy thats very muscular struts towards the stage. " and whats your name younge man. "Cato Hadley" he says confidently. I reconginze him he goes to my traning center and I have all my classes with him. " and now for the ladies." Marialy our escort says. " Missy Cramps" " I vlolunteer" A farmilir voice calls out in a couple lines behind me. As she walks past me I noctice who it is. Its clove we throw knives together quite often i guess you could say we are kind of friends. As she walks directly past me she stops turns back and comes to my ear. " Never stop throwing even if Im gone." She says her voice cracking at the last part. She is about to go when I pull her arm towards me and whisper in her ear. " I wont have to cause your coming home. Remember our quote. ' If you throw the knife and it misses the target never turn your back to it, cause you could be the knifes next target'." "I wont I promise." After she said the word we had forbidin i lose it. I step back and slap her across the face leaving my hand print very noticeable. "what the hell was that for?" she questions me holding her cheek. " Never say that word for it always disappoints." Before she has time to respond peacekeepers are there taking her to the stage but all eyes are on me. "Well then lets get back on track" Marialy starts "Ours tributes for the 74th annual Hunger games are Cato Hadley and Clove Mariot