Hey guys! I hope that you enjoy this chapter because I worked very hard on it! I'm so sorry that I took so long to update! I have been sick for several days. I will have my usual questions at the bottom so make sure to answer the questions and review because I love hearing what you guys have to say, and I will take it into consideration. Thank you to Khloe Grace for Logan Malfred, and Abbff for Catri Nicole Ebinger respectively!
Logan's POV
"Logan, you must hurry and get ready for the reapings!" Louisa shouts.
"I'm all ready!" I proclaim.
I guess you could call Louisa a friend. She is just one of the great inventors from the district who discovered me. I have always been a highly intelligent child.
When I was twelve, Louisa and several other inventors took me away from my family to train me to become a great inventor someday.
Sometimes I can't stand how quite clueless people really are. I mean, if everyone was as smart as me we could overrun the capitol in an instant. Unfortunately that is not how it is.
Before I head downstairs I take a second to examine myself in the mirror. I do look like a proper gentleman for sure. I wear a grey sweater with a red and white plaid shirt underneath. I do look quite studious and professional.
"Would you like a tart for breakfast?" inquires Louisa.
"No thank you. Not at all!" I declare.
"These tarts make you chubby and portly!" I proclaim.
"You really should cut back Louisa." I say with a tone of seriousness in my voice.
"Oh, Logan! What a dreadful thing to say!" says a distressed Louisa.
"It's alright. You'll fix it!" I declare as I walk out the front door. As I shut the door I hear Louisa utter a "I declare" under her breath. It sure is fun ruffling her feathers!
Catri's POV
"Um, miss? What is your age?" Inquires an intimidating peacekeeper.
"Uuuuuuummmmmmm, sir. Isn't it a little bit obvious? I am standing in the seventeen year old section. Aren't I?" I question.
"Well yes you are miss and I do not appreciate the attitude. I just don't see how you could be seventeen. You're shorter than my twelve year old daughter and everyone in this section." Says the peacekeeper with a not-so-convinced tone of voice. The peacekeeper pulls out his walkie talkie and talks to a lady with a really annoying voice for a minute or two and then speaks to me again.
"Okay. So your story checks out. But I am watching you!" Says the peacekeeper as he walks away.
It's true. I am short. I'm only 4'8' and weigh 90 pounds that is all pure muscle. I'm a heck of a strong girl for such a small body! That's why I think I am going to volunteer today. I mean why not volunteer? I'm strong with a good head on my shoulder, and if I win I can bring home all the fame and fortune the capitol has to offer!
My mom is a completely against me in volunteering. It's hard when your mom isn't supporting you in what you want to do with your life and you don't even have a dad to console you.
My father died in an extreme boat accident. I don't remember him much except that I was his little princess and he was my royal king. I wish he could be here today to see me volunteer but I have to move on.
Our escort comes out on stage wearing an extremely bright and bizarre outfit much different from my dress. My dress was strapless so that it complimented my muscle, and it was a pleasant tannish pink color. I let my long hair fall back all the way down to my hip.
Now is my moment. Time to volunteer and win these Hunger Games for district 3!
"The female tribute representing district 3 is Barbara Schaeffer!" enunciates the escort in her thick capitol accent. I see a little girl from the 12 year old section start to head to the stage and know that it is now or never.
"I volunteer!" I screach. The little girl runs back and hugs me with ters streaming down her cheeks, and then runs to her mom. I just saved that girls life.
"Well what a turn of events here in district 3. We have a volunteer." States the escort with obvious shock in her voice.
once I arrive on stage the escort starts right off by asking me my name. "And what is your name dear?" questions the escort with great wonder.
"Well I'm Catri the future victor of the 44th Hunger Games!" I shout into the microphone. I can't believe I did it. I am going to win the 44th hunger games!
Logan's POV
Wow, that girl must be brave. And a little bit crazy. No a lot crazy. No one has ever volunteered during my lifetime here in district 3!
"The male tribute is Logan Malfred!" Screams the escort. I can't believe it. The probability of me being reaped were little to none!
I slowly walk up to stage, my mind going a mile a minute. I guess I do sill have a 1/24 chance of winning this "pageant" that they call The Hunger Games. I guess the odds aren't in my favor. But then again, the odds aren't really in anybody's favor.
I Hope that you enjoyed it! So here are the questions for this chapter-
Who do you like better? Catri or Logan?-District 3 is typically a bloodbath district, so do you think that that will be the case this year? Or is district 3 going to do well?