Don't give up now Fire. You have three more reapings then the rest will be a breeze.

Here's my updating schedule for June: Mon. Update FH, Tues. Write 6 hours post chapter, Weds. Write chap for Randomize + (poss. Write next chap for Ft.) Thurs. Finish write chapter upload chap. Friday. Write chapter upload FH, Sat. Break (Poss. If want to write) Sunday. Write Ft

*note if I'm busy on that day I'll continue on the cycle. That's just for June only not July b/c of being gone half of July. I don't want to see Hey, when are you updating again it's been a while. I hope your not abandoning the story or something like that.

It looks like Nolan, Brooklyn and Jasinta could be best buds after all they have 1 thing in common.

Thank you Nightcat, Emily3THG, Norbus95, Greywolf44, and BirkaranDaSurvivorCraver, Crystal Heart for these tributes.

Brooklyn Velvet (18,1)

"Boston, you're so damn annoying!" I shout at her, hoping it would quit her annoying argument that she started a few minutes ago.

"Well it's not like I'm a spoiled little brat like you," Boston shot back, a smile growing on her ruby lips.

"You're just jealous because I was chosen to volunteer this year unlike you."

"Girls that's enough bickering today, do something that doesn't involve bickering," Mom told us, rubbing her temple as if she has a headache.

"Fine..." I huff, "I guess I'll go to the academy then."

I jogged to the academy because only brats walked alone and ran to the academy. I already knew I was going to win and I was proud to volunteer for this year's quarter quell. No other stupid brat will volunteer in my place. I already knew I was going to win. Why don't they crown me victor already for my smart, beautiful looks.

I hated Boston making me feel weak. She was not a strong fighter unlike me. She came in second while I came in first, that just proves how much better I am than she is.

I entered the academy and skipped to pick up the bow. It was the only weapon I preferred since I was wonderful at it. I shot an arrow at the target And imagined it was the tribute I was killing. I was going to be the best tribute in this year's quarter quell.

Everyone was a noob compared to me. Brats are horrible at everything and I was the best. I wanted to be the best tribute and I was not going to hesitate in killing everyone. I wanted to be crown victor. I wanted the jewels, pretty dresses and I wanted to be known throughout Panem.

I headed back home, took a shower and got dress in a baby blue silk dress that Daddy just bought me after I pleaded that I needed a new outfit for reaping.

After I got signed it, I stood there bored and shouted I volunteer. I was going to win and no one was going to stop me. I don't care what anyone was going to say about me, I was the best.

Jasinta Brooke (17,1)

I smirked as the arrow shot the target. I already knew I was going to win after all it was practically in my bloodline and my parents had trained me to be the victor. I already knew I was the best and even my parents loved me and bragged about me being the best. My parents were victors of the 81st and 83rd Hunger Games, first with my father then my mother.

"Look it's Jasinta Brooke," someone whispered as I past them. I was popular and well known throughout the district as the victors' child.

I practice using the sword once more. All I needed to do is just get a sword or a bow and arrow at the bloodbath and I was already set. The careers are popular and we didn't had to worry about food and water. All I had to do is kill tributes and maybe kill Bodhi at the bloodbath as a doomed present to his parents that they should have known better than sending Bodhi to the arena while I was there.

I practically was the best at everything and everyone adored me for that.

I put away the sword and headed out to find Georgia. I wanted to see her before I volunteered to go into the games. I ran into Georgia right by her mom's jewellery store. Georgia helped out with her mom while I trained at the academy.

"Hi Jasinta. Stopped by before you headed home to the reaping?" Georgia guessed.

I nodded.

"Not a surprise really. Just don't forget me as you win," Georgia said.

I shook my head no and Georgia hugged me before I skipped to the victor's village to get ready. After all, I had to look my best at the reaping. I skipped to the reaping.

I waited grinning like a Cheshire cat as the first volunteer volunteered before I had the chance. I didn't left my smile falter and I volunteered for the next name. I knew I was going to win.

Shane Thompson (18,1)

"Mom you need help with anything?" I asked her.

"Can you keep an eye on the shop?" Mom replied back. "I have to make a few errands."

I nodded and waited for customers to go in and take a look inside. I didn't had much to do besides just stand there even though I should be at the academy doing a last minute practicing but I wanted to hang out with my friends and family before the reaping. Family and friends were my most priorities before I headed to the arena.

I didn't know if I was going to survive the arena there was only a small percent chance that I was to win but I wouldn't hesitate to kill tributes if needed. I loved my family and friends and I probably would never see them again alive at least.

Natalie and Chase entered the shop and I looked up from what I was doing. They stepped forward to where I was standing disinterested. "Hey," Chase greeted before Natalie locked lips with me.

I kissed her back and before we could continued, someone cleared their throat and I looked up. Mom was standing in the doorway and held a few packages in her arms.

"Chase, Natalie good to see you," Mom greeted. "Shane thanks for watching the shop while I was gone. Why don't you enjoy the time left you have with your girlfriend and best friend."

Chase, Natalie and I exited the shop and we hung out with each other.

"So what do you want to do?" Chase asked. "Which does not include kissing." Natalie and I pouted at that.

"We could walk around the district?" I suggested.

"Or we could get frozen yogert?" Natalie suggested.

We all agreed to the frozen yogurt and headed to the shop.

"What do you guys want?" I asked.

"Chocolate," Natalie replied.

"Pineapple," Chase replied and I looked at him strangely and he shrugged.

"1small chocolate, 1 small Pineapple and 1 small Banana," I ordered. I took out my cash and handed it to the salesclerk and he handed us our yogurts.

"Thanks Shane," Chase said taking another bite of his yogurt.

"Not a problem. It's the least I can do since it is my last day here before I go into the arena and I don't know if I am going to survive or not. If I die in the arena then I wanted to do something nice for you two."

We all ate our frozen yogurt silently and talked to each other. At least I wouldn't die knowing that I did not do anything something nice to Chase and Natalie.

Duncan Gloomberg (14,1)

As I entered the academy for the first time, I wasn't overwhelmed by the weapons and lots of people. The academy only accepted seven and up, with me being only five. I was the youngest that they ever took one, my dad had told that he pulled a few strings and that was the reason I was at the academy. I had shown an interest in weapons and wanted to be at the academy.

"Hey kid let's see if you're welcome to be here," someone commented and I looked up at him.

I stepped forward and he started punching and kicking in all directions. I ducked his punches and punched him back with all my strengths. Of course with me being a mere five year old, my punches were like hitting with a picture book at someone.

I ducked and ran into a corner, everyone had stopped what they were doing and formed a square around us. The guy followed me into the corner and there was no way to escape. I was cornered the only that was left was to fight him back.

I started kicking him and he only laughed. I kicked him around his feet and without knowing what I had done, he landed on the ground wheezing in pain as he clutched his member, groaning in pain every ten seconds.

"Alright kid you had your fun," someone chided. "Now it's my turn. If you win you stay if I win you go home and play with your little dollies," he snickered.

I gripped my hands into fists. I belonged here and I don't need a big meanie to turn me away from my dream. The meanie grabbed my wrists all of a sudden and I had no preparation. He threw me hard on the mat and I saw stars and he put a foot on my chest. I grabbed his feet with my tiny hands and after a few unsuccessful tries, I manage to get him off me and charged right to him.

He merely laughed and pulled me up again and as he was preparing to throw me again, I bit him on the hand. He let out a small cry of pain and dropped me on the floor. I took the moment of weakness and kneed him.

"That little brat just bit me and he managed to beat me," he whined and I smiled at the victory. People around me whispered about me winning against the big fighter. They muttered for a few minutes until I manage to hear something. To them I was a prodigy, a kid destined for greatness. It was funny how I was able to beat two eighteen year olds in one go without any training. I never once trained before I stepped into the academy it just came easy for me. It was like I was a natural.

Alexis Rain (16,1)

"You have to be the best at everything," Dad hissed at me as he dragged me into my room once more. I wanted to scream at him saying that he should accept my flaws but I bit my Ronnie. Lashing out at him will just cause him to be more angry at me and I was not going to eat dinner tonight because of it.

It was not fair, he always took Scarlett's side. I did things better but he had always took Scarlett's side. She was more pretty, more brilliant and I had even eavesdropped into a conversation that Dad as going to hire a private trainer for little Scarlett.

He always calls the academy seeing if I perfected every damn weapon there was available at the academy. Then he drags me away and slams me into my room. Once, when I was about 8 I was allowed to swim and I didn't perfect it and I never mastered how everyone else had done it. He heard about it and took me to the academy at night and watched me trying to swim he jumped in after me and almost drowned me.

I felt my eyes water but didn't let anyone know I was crying. Crying was weakness and so is showing any other emotions. It was weakness and it blocks me to achieve my goals. After all, I had to become a perfect girl. No scars, no weakness that was what I had to become everyone's role model and be the perfect girl.

I was the weakling no one loves me. I had muscles and I was not skinny. I was kinda on the chubby side and cover girls had to be skin and bones and my dad wanted me to be that away. But I did not care what he thinks.

I loved all my flaws and my small bit of chubbiness. My dad may not like it and thanks to him I did not had a wonderful childhood. I had no friends that I call friends all they were were acquaintances. He knew my flaws and always reminded me of them at every meal. But I thought he was a sick bastard that shouldn't discriminate me. I tried my best at everything and never gave up. I shouldn't let a stupid father live my life the way he wants me to but I was damn proud of who I was.

I had flaws and so does everyone else. I loved mine and they made me who I was.

Maverick Silver (18,1)

I enjoyed another good fucking with Gemma who was moaning in pleasure and we were half tangled in the sheets. When Gemma and I met two years, we locked eyes with each it was love at first sight and we had an intense sexual relationship. Gemma and I wanted to have sex before I left the District to go to the Capitol and participate in the Hunger Games. It was our last chance of being together.

I wanted to win this year's Hunger Games so Gemma and I could have a good fucking in my new house in the Victor's Village. Mom and I knew that I was a Hunger Games fan and participating in them was a dream come true. Dad had died in a car accident and if he was alive he probably would want me to participate in the Hunger Games.

Mom was a healer and always have quite a few patients to treat and she didn't mind that I was having an intense sexual relationship with Gemma.

A few months ago, Mom was glad that I was chosen to participate in the games and so was I. After watching every person on the games every year, and cheered when a person came home alive from District 1. I wanted to be a part of those.

"I will miss you," Gemma moaned.

"I'll miss you more," I told. She pulled my arms and I landed right beside her and she kissed me.

"Will you read me one of your poetry pieces?" She asked.

I nodded and got out my notebook that was filled with short stories and poetry I had created over the years. I created many stories and poetry that I had at least five filled and one more in progress. Most of it had Gemma in it and she enjoyed what was written about her.

I began to read and she applauded when I was done reading it to her and she pulled me into a kiss and I kissed her back. She tightly held me as we kissed and only pulled for oxygen and make out more.

Finally finished, it only took me almost took 4 hours to complete this. I wrote it partially way back in March and did some a few days ago. Also, I have lost my calculation sheet where I had their points for the people who had answered the questions. Give me a few days and it'll be up on the next update which will be Tuesday. I'm procrastinating on their train rides for Lilian for collaboration. It's not going well, there's only five reapings up and it's almost their end of month. By the end of the month, the reapings will be done, then goodbyes, then train rides etc. (Now I'm rambling). I want to thank you all for viewing and reviewing the story. I have a few SYOTs up, if you want to submit some go on ahead. What am I missing? Oh, here's the questions.

Favorite tribute in this district?

What's the one thing in common that Jasinta , Brooklyn, and Nolan all share?

Least favorite in district?

I hope I'm not missing anything else, I mentioned collaboration, vacation, the I don't want to see PM's of when I updating... Happy Father's day!

See you next time in District 3.

PS: some of you could log in and write it in your account some of you can't just be patient.