Chapter 5- Districts 3,5, and 6 Reapings

Disclaimer: I don't own The Hunger Games.

A/N: During Avion's part, I am spelling things wrong on purpose. You will understand as you read...

District 3

Avion Small walked down the rundown road of District 3. He kept tripping on rocks as he tried to make his way to the town square. His brown trousers rose above his ankles since they were too small for his massive height of 6'6. His baggy white shirt rippled in the soft morning wind, showing of a small tear in the side.

Avion looked down, seeing a small rock that had faint pink lines in it naturally. He sat on the ground and started laughing at the tops of his lungs. He heard running feet behind him, but he kept on laughing. Two women about the age of 25, stepped around him. They had on white jackets and small hats on. One nurse knelt down slowly beside Avion. She talked slowly, as if it would kill her if she didn't.

"Hello Avion," she smiled warmly."What are you doing? Do you remember where we are going?"

"Sure! We goin' to da weaping for da Hungerz Gamez!" Avion smiled cheerfully.

"Yes, that's right. Good job." She picked Avion up with the help of the other nurse. "Let's go Mister Small."

20 minutes before

Nurse Telle looked over the stack of papers in her hand with the other nurse.

District 3 Medical Hospital

Patient Information

Name: Avion Small

Age: 17

Height: 6'6

Weight: 200 lbs

Condition: Avion suffers from a disease causing him to think and act like a five year old child. He sometimes laughs uncontrollably and has a hard time speaking and understanding things.

Nurse Telle looked over at the other nurse cautiously. She put the folder back and entered Avion's small room. Avion stood up quickly and exited the room. He knew that when they let him out it meant he was going somewhere. The nurses followed carefully behind him.

"Please let me braid your hair?" Bluebelle used her puppy eyes to the extreme. Lana looked at her trying not to give in. It didn't work. Nope.

"Fine. But hurry. I don't want to be late for your second Reaping," Lana's heart pounded inside her chest just saying that.

Bluebelle hopped on the brown, worn out couch. She started to waterfall Lana's frizzy chestnut hair back. Lana was wearing a pale white sundress that fell to her knees with a blue belt gathering the dress at her skinny waist. Her small bag of marbles was carefully tied on. Her hair had been down until Bluebellle insisted it wasn't fancy enough.

Zander walked in just as Bluebelle said she was done. Lana stood up, carefully not to mess-up her dress, and gave Zander a small hug.

"Your sister here has been giving me a makeover Zander," she smiled slightly at the 16 year old boy that was her best friend. He smiled his bright smile back and led them by the hands out the creaky back door of Lana's house.

As they walked along the path, Lana worried about the Reapings. It was even worse this year then it had been last year with Bluebelle. She had TWO slips with her name on it in that huge glass bowl. Lana considered Bluebelle her sister and she doubted that Zander loved his sister more than she loved his sister. She would do anything for that little 13 year old.

Avion reached the town square in a hurry. He ran to his section as fast as he could. "Hay giez!" He shouted this where everyone in Panem could hear. The boys around him backed away and some whispered with their friends. Avion just smiled, thinking that this was a good sign.

His attention was soon turned on the stage. His eyes were bright with wonder as he watched the small video about the rebellion. He stared at the woman with white shimmery hair standing on the stage in a ball gown.

"Alright, ladies first everyone!" She screamed as if no one could possibly hear her. She silently dipped her hand in the glass bowl, picking one from the middle. "Bluebelle Cable!" She screamed this also.

Lana froze. This couldn't have been happening, Lana thought. The escort dipped her hand in the boys bowl and was about to say the name when Lana burst out of her section. "I volunteer! I volunteer!" she ran to Bluebelle who was now standing on the stage in fear. She embraced her in a fast hug and took her place on the stage. "My name is Lana Kramer," she stuttered a little, but she looked strong.

"Okay then. On to the boys now that Miss Lana is done interrupting," she glared at Lana, her altered cat eyes filled with annoyance."Avion Small."

Avion didn't know what was happening, but he skipped onto the stage smiling and waving to the cameras. He kept skipping and smiling as he got led into the justice building.

Great. Just my luck, Lana thought as she walked through the big oak doors.

District 5

Laércio Kayne slipped on his black sneakers. He stood up, looking around his huge bedroom. He sighed.

Another day to get through, he thought. It wasn't just another day of course though. It was Reaping day.

Laércio threw a blue v-neck shirt over his chiseled abs. He walked out of his room to hear beautiful music. Nathlynn, his fraternal twin, played the black piano with her long, graceful fingers. She stroked the keys like a feather. Her voice filled the room like an angel's. She sung a sad song. Her eyes were closed, trapped in the music.

Sometimes everything is wrong
Now it's time to sing along
When your day is night alone (Hold on, hold on)
If you feel like letting go (Hold on)
If you think you've had too much
Of this life, well hang on

Everybody hurts
Take comfort in your friends
Everybody hurts
Don't throw your hand, oh no

Don't throw your hand
If you feel like you're alone
No, no, no, you are not alone

If you're on your own in this life
The days and nights are long
When you think you've had too much of this life to hang on

Well, everybody hurts sometimes
Everybody cries
Everybody hurts sometimes
And everybody hurts sometimes

So hold on, hold on
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
Everybody hurts

She opened her eyes gently as the song ended. "Oh! Hey Laércio. Didn't see ya there."

"Maybe it's cause your eyes were closed!" They both laughed as their father, the mayor, walked in.

"Are you both ready? Remember that we have to be there early," They both nodded firmly. Laércio knew how much his dad freaked out on Reaping day.

"KNOCK. KNOCK," Laércio ran to the door expecting someone he knew very well. There she was.

Chayene Lock looked at her tall figure in her oak mirror. Her tanned skin was hot and sweaty. She'd just come in from a party at her friend Emma's house. She didn't know what time it was, but it was late. Chay stripped and put her soft pj's on. She climbed in her comfy bed. She fell asleep instantly.

Morning

Chay inspected a large scar she had gotten from work. It was on her right shoulder. Her curly, brown hair cascaded over it gently. Her mother's blue dress fit her body snugly. Her brown eyes showed nothing.

Chay walked down the narrow stairs of her house carefully. She noticed her 11 year old brother eating cereal in the black and white kitchen. She waved.

He waved back and said," No hi?"

"Hi." she smiled at Daniel. Chay walked out of her house and trotted down the street. He had told her to get him before the Reaping, so that they could walk together. Her eyes smiled at the thought of him wanting to walk with her.

She arrived and knocked on the oak door of the mayor's mansion. He opened the door two seconds later. In front of her stood Laércio Kayne, the boy who she could not love no matter how bad she wanted to.

"Hey," he smiled casually."Ready to go?"

"Why else would I be at your door? Just to see you?" She smirked while on the inside that was the exact reason she was there on that cobblestone path.

He laughed. "I would think that would be the reason." he smirked back. Chay could feel the heat come to her cheeks. She removed it with ease. She had trained herself to not show any emotion and it had come to be useful.

They started to walk down the road, both of them tempted to grab the others hand.

The reached the simple town square and headed towards their separate sections. Laércio blocked out the noise of the speech and the video with thoughts of the beautiful brunette he had walked here with.

"Now, my name is Alexia Geodomeia and I am your new escort! " Alexia chirped happily. It fit her outfit since she was dressed as a bird. "Okay. I would love for lots of volunteers, so please feel free." The mayor gave her an angry glance for dragging the introduction out so long. "Well, girls first!" The escort pulled a slip out of the bowl and opened it. "Chayene Lock"

Chay kept her composure and walked to the stage easily. She smiled and waved at the camera. She waited for the boy's name that would be her district partner for the dreaded games.

The escort started to call out a name when a strong voice called out from the 17 year old section. "I volunteer!" Laércio walked to the stage and created a weak smile for the cameras. The mayor's face was full of shock. "My name is Laércio Kayne and I volunteer for the 98th Hunger Games."

"Yay! A volunteer!" Alexia hugged Laércio. "See ya next year District 3!" she called out as she led Laércio and Chay to the building behind them.

District 6

Nylon sat up in bed. Her alarm had gone off. She picked up her walking stick and started down the stairs.

One, two, three, four. Done! Now all I have to do is remember how to get into the kitchen from here, she thought to herself as she tapped the floor.

Nylon was blind. B-L-I-N-D. She was born blind. Her eyes were a foggy gray. She imagined they were a violet color. Her parents had always told her that her hair was a platinum blond, but she could never know for sure. She knew she was skinny and her skin was a light tan and had no imperfections. Her parents and friends had told her that she was beautiful.

She entered the kitchen carefully. "Good morning, Nylon! How did you sleep?" she smiled even though Nylon could not see her. Nylon had a special gift that she had developed as she grew up. She could hear people's expressions when they talked to her. She could tell if they were smiling or not or if the smile was real. The smiles her mother gave were always real. Always.

"Fine," she smiled back. "Are Jayson, Jaycee, and Miriam here?" Jayson and Jaycee were Nylon's twin brother and sister. They were 12 and this was their first Reaping. Miriam was her 19 year old sister.

"Yep! We're here!" That was Miriam's perky voice speaking. She had been happy since last year, this day. Her last Reaping and she was not picked.

Nylon smiled. "I'm glad."

"We better get going though if we don't want to be late." Nylon could hear Miriam's long blond hair swishing as she stood up. Nylon stood up silently and started to the door.

She took a deep breath and thought, Let's do this.

Quentin walked around his small district that he called home. He passed the small houses, his black hair getting blown gently by the cool wind. It felt good to him; his long jeans and long sleeve black shirt had kept him hot all morning. His bare feet walked easily on the hard gravel. The calluses on his hands were hard from the tree he climbed every morning. He whistled softly to himself. The song was gentle and sweet. A classic love song his older sister had always sung to him when he had nightmares.

Elyse Lancaster had died in the Bloodbath a year ago when she was 18 and Quentin was 16. A brutal death; her head had been sliced clean off by the female tribute from 2.

Quentin arrived at the petite house that his girlfriend, Avalon, lived at. He knocked on the door and a short, 16 year old red haired girl answered. Her sky blue eyes lit up when she saw Quentin. He leaned in and gave her a quick kiss before grasping her hand and leading her to the path.

"Hi," she whispered.

"Hi," he whispered back as they walked to the minute town square. They didn't say anything else.

Quentin arrived and headed to his section, giving a quick wave to Avalon. A huge man walked on stage and introduced himself. The crowd watched the video in silence.

The man cleared his deep voice," The girl tribute for the Hunger Games is Nylon Hale!"

A small girl, about 5'0, walked to the stage slowly. She had a long stick tapping the ground in front of her. Three cries came from different sections of the crowd. One from the 12 year old section of girls. One from the 12 year old boy's section. The last from the parent and older sibling section.

"Onto the boys!" the escort didn't even pay attention to the cries."The male tribute is Quentin Lancaster!"

Quentin walked up. Once he reached the stage he sneaked a look at the girl next to him. Her eyes were a light gray.

She's blind. Isn't she? He thought. It was sad that a girl like her could be Reaped. Quentin found Avalon in the crowd. Her eyes were red and there were large tear drops falling onto her cheeks. Quentin shrugged his shoulders slightly. He had put on his bravest face for the cameras. He could still tell that his dark green eyes gave away his nervousness.

Nylon tapped her stick as they were led into the justice building. Quentin just strutted inside, preparing for the goodbyes.

Eloise Laurel Rain- President of Panem's POV

"Good. The planned girl got Reaped from District 6. She is blind right?" I asked my new Head-Gamemaker, Lillian.

"Yes mam'. It worked perfectly," she twiddled her thumbs nervously. She was scared of me which was perfect. If people weren't afraid of me how would I maintain my main position?

"This will work exactly how I planned, correct?"

"Oh yes! We've planned it perfectly!"

"You are dismissed, Lillian."

"Thank you miss," she stood and curtsied quickly. She then scurried out.

I love when people cower in my presence. I had complete control over everything. I loved it.

I stood and took a small bottle from my desk drawer. It was labeled in bold, black letters. POISON.

A/N: I hope you all enjoyed! I'm very sorry it came out a day late. Please leave your thoughts on how I wrote your character or someone's. I love to get feedback! The next chapter will hopefully be out before the end of the weekend. It's finally summer, so expect quicker updates! Also, cliffhanger at the end! Bye!

-Mere