A/N: My toggle spell-checker is still down so a couple stuff may be wrong. Also, if anything is wrong, non-spelling wise, like something Suzanne said herself and I wrote the opposite- I'm very sorry. My friend is boring both HG and CF, so I'm trying to remember as much as I can.
Disclaimer: You know the drill... I'm not Suzanne Collins and I don't own HG.
And congrats to our winners from last chapters question: The Little Dhampir, dancegurl, and 2010-Champions.
The answer: Out of the seven names, Bardolph was the name from one of Shakespeare's plays. He was in Henry IV part one, Henry IV part two, Henry V, and The Marry Wives of Windsor.
Nellie was played off of the character Nell from The Comedy of Errors.
Anyway, hope you like the third's reapings!
~District Three Reapings~
Amelia Arthurs P.O.V.
It starts off as any other day, dad gets home from the factory, Mom makes a small meal for the six of us.
At least my dream starts off that way.
Luckily I don't reach the end. Only because Travis is yelling at me to get up. "Amelia, your boyfriend's here! Get up before I smack him in the face!"
I dart up once I hear that Ivan's in the house. My feet are just barely able to move towards my brother's voice.
Ivy is still curled up by Amber, both are shivering on my old bed. The one I gave up for my parents bed. I'm still in shock that neither climbed into bed with me last night.
The two are always so worried for me and Travis. Especially since the amount of our slips has doubled.
Because of the hardship of working on our own, money is always running low. Travis works a night job in the factory, meaning he's usually asleep or watching the little ones around this time of day.
I work a day shift, having to fiddle around with wires and such. Only to get home, make a small meal, tuck the kids in, and try not to fall asleep until I know the kids are themselves.
On days like the Reaping, everyone's let off of work. Travis let's me sleep longer and if we both make it out alive, I let him sleep too.
Ivan is in the kitchen sitting in an old chair father helped Travis make years ago. His Tuxedo looks new, like he just bought it. His hair is shorter too.
It's a weird feeling watching your brother glare at your boyfriend. A glare that shows how much the person would go through just to get rid of the victim.
I never found out why the two never got along. It's a mystery I guess.
"You look nice." I blur out at Ivan. Weak coffee almost comes out of Travis' nose as he tries to hold in his laughter.
It's only then that I notice I'm still in my work outfit. I must been have too tired to take it off.
"I'm going to…" My voice trails off as I turn and start walking to the four bedrooms all rolled into one.
The blue dress I find looks suitable and perfect for the occasion. It's a little loose, but it was also my mother's dress. Her favorite dress.
I slip on the colorfully weaved ring and tie the dress around my neck. Then I'm officially ready to go.
When I walk out again, Travis is cooking and Ivan is helping Amber with her bright sea foam green dress. Ivy twirls about in her fluffed up, faded purple dress trying to avoid breakable objects.
Ivan looks up at me at that moment. My soft green eyes meeting his muddy brown ones. He only raises his eyebrows in surprise.
A knock on the door snaps me out of my trance.
Sure enough it's Brooke.
The six of us make our way to the Town Square, already loaded with people.
Mayor Roy reads the Treaty of Treason and Myra Winters, district three's escort makes her way to the podium.
When she reaches down into the glass ball, I can't help but think that I have eight slips in that thing. Trevor has four.
Right then, I promised myself that I would volunteer for Trevor, even it meant death. He's my brother, and I live for him and my sisters.
Looks like I won't need it though, "Amelia Arthurs."
~District Three Reapings~
Riley White's P.O.V.
"Let's give a hand for your first tribute District Three!" Roars out Myra.
The girl from the female fifteen year-old roped off section makes her way onto the stage. She keeps her emotions inside her. The sun reflects off her auburn hair almost blinding me.
The last name seemed so familiar, but then again, there were about twenty Arthurs in district three.
"And now for our boy tribute!" She squeaks again. "Riley White!"
It takes me a while to analyze what Myra's just said.
That's me. I've been chosen.
I only stand there for a minute still thinking deeply.
Move you idiot! Move!
My feet start shuffling towards the stage. I can't help but run my fingers through my hair.
A guy from my roped section glares at me fiercely. Man, if looks could kill…
The steps make creaking noises as I walk up them.
I sit in the third chair next to Amelia and nearby our mentor, Beetee.
Amelia keeps staring at me, like she's expecting me to do something.
When I look at her, she and her ponytail swivel the other way.
Myra asks for volunteers but of course there is none.
Soon we're asked to shake hands.
Peacekeepers bring me to the Justice Building. All the décor in the hallways are breathtaking. The rooms inside are even better.
Clean white couches, polished tables, designed drapes hanging from every window, and everything else a person would wish for.
First to come is my family. Mother cries in Father's arms the whole time, so I don't speak much with her.
Just a quick good-bye.
Father has other matters. He talks over mom's weeping reminding me to try and do my best.
"You got your anklet right?" I turn to my big brother Dalton a couple feet away from me.
The anklet, I almost forgot about it.
"Do I ever not?" He half smiles and pulls me into a hug.
Hugs. The one thing we'd never do to each other. I think we were to busy bothering each other to even think about how much we really needed one another.
He sits me down on one of the couches then sits on the parallel one across from me. "All the girls are going to be swooning over you when you get back." He laughs.
I can't even smile. Even my brother knows I won't last past the bloodbath.
My lip feels like it's gone raw from all the damage I've done by simply biting it.
I give quick loves to my family and then they're taken away by peacekeepers.
Jesse peeks by. We've known each other since the day I turned seven. Ever since then, we've been hanging out and walking around the town square.
Keith follows close behind him. Keith's another friend I've known a while. He's not as close as Jesse but it doesn't matter much I guess.
"Hey man. What's going on." Jesse sits himself down on the couch and leans back.
I don't blame him for trying to lighten up the mood, but I don't feel like talking nonsense. "Nothing but being sent to my death penalty. What goes on with you?"
Both frown.
"You're coming back right?" Keith says like a kid.
I can only roll my eyes. "Well it depends. It depends on how many people can skewer me through the heart with any object." I'm raised my voice into a yell. "I'm not…" I'm not able to finish my sentence.
There's a banging noise coming from the other room interrupting.
"Riley. Listen. You got skill too. It's in there somewhere." Keith keeps the conversation going.
"Yeah, we've all seen you with a bow and arrow." Jesse starts to lean forward more.
"And don't forget how you handle throwing knives. I bet you'd be good with a spear." I can't explain how completely annoying it is for the two to be talking in a loop.
"Look, Keith…" I'm interrupted again. "What the hell…"
The second bang is even louder.
Two peacekeepers leave the room, keeping one behind.
Now there's a crashing noise, like glass breaking. The three of us only look at the blank wall.
The two peacekeepers walk in again, then grab Keith and Jesse.
"Remember what we told you." Says Jesse as he's almost being dragged out.
For the next few minutes, I'm left by myself in the room.
A/N: So how was it? Any changes needed here?
This chapter's question: What do you think the banging was next door?
Person to guess it right gets the usual sneak peeks from the arena and what will happen.
Happy Hunger Games and May the Odds Be Ever in Your Favor!
-Fifi