Reaping of District Three

Liam sat at a small desk in the corner of the room. This is what he did. Sit there and continually work on a creation of broken computer parts. He didn't have many friends so he never talk to many people. Quietly, though, he watch the people that passed by. Here, in the backroom of this factory, no one new really came around.

A plate was set next to him, clapping against the metal table. It was filled with bread. Ten pieces of bite-size bread squares. Confused he looked up to the face of a smiling girl. Beautiful, long black hair framed her small, pale face. Her green eyes glittered like that of a dolls. Everything about her looked like a doll. Liam couldn't tell if she was real or not.

"I passed by a while ago, and I thought you looked hungry." She laughed. Her voice sounded like a goddess singing.

"Uhhh, thank you." He responded, still amazed by her beauty. With a small nod the strange girl ran off. Who was she? Whoever she was he knew he would see her later today. How old was she? Old enough to participate in the games. To be reaped. He shuttered. Would she shatter like a doll if she was struck with a weapon?

"Hey boy!" A man shouted. "Time to get going." Liam took a deep breath and got to his feet. Time to go to the center. Time for the first ever hunger games reaping.

~The Reaping~

"Welcome, to the first ever reaping of district three!" The woman shouted from the stage, as everyone continued to take their places. "Oh, I hope you are as excited as I!" Some of the teens looked up and snarled at her. The Capital was cold hearted, but now everyone there is like the devil himself. Cruel, and selfishly blind. Where was the land of the free now?

"I don't want to die…" Liam heard a girl whisper to her friend. Most of the girls were crying. As for the boys, they stood tall in fear. Most of them probably wanted to run away, but they had to stay strong. It would only be one of them sent off to die.

At this point everyone was rounded up, and stood where they were supposed to be. That was when the woman started to speak. "Welcome, all of you. Oh dear, I am just so excited! This should be fun. First I would like to draw the girls name!" Such a ditsy woman, she forgot the speech that she had to present. At least it saved them all the agonizing wait.

She laughed as she unfolded the paper. "Oh my, what a beautiful name! Asyla Roman!" The girl step from the crowd. She was shaking. All the boy's eyes widened. The most angelic girl of the district was sent off to the slaughter. "And what a pretty face to go with such a name. Now for the boys."

The girl watched as the woman reached into the bowl with the boys names. A white slip of paper that sent a boy with her. It didn't matter anyway, she didn't have anyone she cared about here.

"Liam Sky." Liam froze. Of course it was going to be him. The boy who no one knew, the boy that spent his time in the back of a factory. No one would miss him. Liam saw the girl watch as he made his way to the stage. When he stood next to her, she looked away.

"So your name is Asyla?"

"Not the time."

"District three, you have your tributes!" Then both teens were guided into the train.

"You do not have to worry about anyone coming to see me." Asyla spoke up, as she turned to the capital woman. "My dad is a drunk so he probably won't even notice what happened." Liam felt his stomach tighten. No one cared about her either? A girl like her, so kind and so jaw dropping.

"I don't have anyone either. We can leave."

The capital woman nodded. "Alright, both of you may head to the dinning cart. I will be with you in a moment."

~Leaving District Three~

"You really have no one to say goodbye to?" Liam shook his head, as he filled his plate with food.

Asyla leaned back in her chair and studied the boy. She thought he was lying, only wishing to leave before he had a breakdown while saying goodbye to his loved ones. At least district three wasn't losing anyone too important to any of their lives.

"I bet all the teen boys are crying over you leaving." Asyla almost choked on her water as he spoke.

"W-why would you say that?!" Her eyes were wide and alert. No one has ever cried over her, so why would boys she don't know cry?

"They all thought you were beautiful, and just amazing all the way around. No girl in district three could compare to you." Asyla's eyes narrowed. How dare people put her above the rest. There was nothing about her to praise. Her mother was a traitor and her father was a drunk. Sooner or later she was going to end up like either one.

Asyla stood up, and took her wine glass, filled with water, with her. She walked to the window and gazed out. By this time District three was far behind them, but this still almost looked like home. Liam's words consumed her thoughts. Beautiful? The thought was almost laughable.

"Are you alright?"

"There is nothing beautiful or amazing about me. I was born from monsters. My mother fought against the capital, and was killed. Because of the cause she supported, we are here now. She sent me to my own death. After she passed away my father became a drunk, and was violent. Not that I can say he was any better sober." Her eyes fell. "That was the vision of my future, of who I was going to become. That takes away from any physical beauty I may have."

Liam saw what she was saying, and looked beyond the surface. There he could see what she could become. How far she could fall. Everything he once thought of Asyla now faded away. He couldn't even remember her name till now. Past her doll like eyes she was an empty shell. Still he could only see her as an angel.

"Well how are you two holding up?!" The capital woman asked with joy as she entered the cart.

"I am fine." Asyla muttered, as she set her glass down. "I just want to get this whole thing over with, and go home." Liam looked at her. After what he was just told, he knew what she meant. The girl didn't speak of district three as her home anymore, but a home into whatever afterlife she believed in.

"I just want to eat, and then get some sleep." Liam responded.

"Well there is plenty of time for that before the games." The capital woman laughed. Yes, Asyla though, plenty of time to become just like you.