Chapter 3- District 3
All right. Here is district three! Credit goes to Shout-out for giving me this name. After you read, please review and don't just give me tribute names, give me stylist, mentor and other names too.
- Evil kittystar
Wyatt Pascal, 15
As I woke up, I shuddered. Every night this week I had gotten a nightmare. It was about me being chosen for the hunger games. And now today was the day of the reaping. So far I haven't been picked. Even though I don't get chosen, I am still scared that I will be picked someday. And even worse, I'm scared my sister might be picked too!
To stop thinking about it, I let my thoughts wander to what I will wear. My family is pretty poor and the only clothes that I have are either torn or stained. So, I choose the best thing I can think of; A black top and dirty pants with slight holes in them. I sometimes wonder why or how my parents live in this part of district three.
I hurry to the kitchen and eat the oatmeal mom left on the table. Then I slip my shoes on and dash out the door. I don't know why I woke up so late. "Hold on!" I call to my parents and sister. "I'm coming!" Ellie is 13 and she is the bravest person you could meet.
One time, when she had broken her arm and no one could help until a couple of hours later, she didn't cry or anything. That's why I don't want her to be chosen.
When we all finally get into the line, It's just in time. I hope that other families came late to the reaping too. It's very embarrassing coming so late. The peacekeeper pricks my finger and I'm sent to my area. Then the reaping starts. Astrid Molone is the capitol person here in three who chooses the names. I hate how she's always smiling each time she chooses a name.
She first reaches into the girls bowl and I grit my teeth. "Ellie Pascal. Come on up dear!" My jaw drops open in shock. My worst fear came true. Then Astrid dug through the boys' bowl. I did my best not to cry. "Wyatt Pascal! My, my. A brother and a sister! How interesting this shall be!" I channel all my feelings into my anger at the capitol and give Astrid a look of pure hatred. She just gives me a quizzical look and keeps smiling. "Let's give a big hand to our newest tributes of district three!" I almost get sick as we are marched into the justice building.
Mom and dad take a while before saying goodbye to me. They were probably seeing Ellie first. I wondered how she was handling this. Then the door burst open and I jumped up to hug my parents. They were keeping straight faces but I could tell that wouldn't last long. "Listen." My father said. "You have to keep Ellie alive. Whatever you do. Stay together. Train together. If it just comes to you and her at the end, please, make sure she wins." I nod vigorously and understand. Ellie is too young to die at 13. "I will keep her alive. I promise." I manage to get out.
Then they leave. I know who will come through that door next. Clyde Flickson. And he does. Clyde's eyes are on fire. He is gritting his teeth. "You have to win Wyatt. You have to! This isn't fair. No wait. Your sister has to win. At least, if she's still alive." I nod my head again. "I know. How could the capitol do this?!" Right as the peacekeeper comes in, Clyde answers, "Keep it together. Whatever you do, stay stron-" The peacekeeper yanks him out before he can finish. Stay strong. I have to stay strong.
Then, my cousin comes in. She's tall and is really nice. Her name is Amelia Vinona. Amelia lives right across from us and visits us every day. I see her eyes are puffy. "Amelia! Please don't cry. Don't worry. Ellie will make it." She closes her eyes. "I-I know, Wyatt. Just... Just try to stay alive, okay? Do it for me at least." I hug her and the peacekeepers come in and drag her out. I harden my face as the peacekeepers come in to take me out to the train station. I feel a little better knowing that Ellie will be with me.
Then I remember. She probably won't be with me the long once the games start.