Cozumel 111th hunger games
Chapter 3 District 3 reapings
Amira Farakhani D3 female POV
I'm the middle child of three. My parents immigrated to Panem from the middle east before my older sister was born and were stationed in district 3.
My father works as an electrician and mom's a stay-at-home mom. Although my family lives in Panem we still keep to our culture, my sisters and I always wear hijabs.
My parents are okay people, but they often talk about bringing honor to the family and seem to have great expectations from us. They gave us names that mean noble. My older sister's name is Daneen and my younger sister's name is Intisar.
Daneen is 19 and my parents are trying to find her a suitable husband. I hear they've been keeping in touch with some old friends to try and marry her off to their sons. I know as soon as they marry her off, they'll be finding a husband for me next.
I often worry about bringing honor to the family.
It's the day of the reaping. I put on my teal hajib and a matching top and pants. Intisar wore a yellow hajib.
"Good luck today" said Daneen softly coming into the living room.
I could tell she was hoping that Intisar and I wouldn't get chosen.
The two of us when to the reaping building. The peacekeeper took our blood samples and I went to the sixteen-year-old girls section and Intisar went to the fifteen year olds.
Our escort Christian Watson stands on the platform. He's in his early forties and wears a silver suit.
"Morning district 3," he announced. "Welcome to the 111th hunger games."
The video played and Christian started listing district 3's victors. We have four victors, our most recent is last year's victor Darnell Straight. I stared up at the victor's stand and saw a boy my age.
Christian reached into the jar with the females names.
"Amira Farakhani" he announced.
I just stood in my spot as he announced my name. But after a minute I obediently walked up to the stand.
I guess my parents would say if they were here, that if I die, I'll die with honor. But I don't know if they'd approve of me going as girls in our culture aren't supposed to become warriors.
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Ernest Shields D3 male POV
For most of my life I've kept to myself. I have friends, but I don't get too attached to them. But I've seen a few of them die. I've lost four of them so far and I only just turned 17 five months ago.
Trevor and Faith were reaped into the hunger games these past couple years and they both died. Casey killed a peacekeeper and was made an avox. Thea and I were close friends once, but we've been distant this past year.
It's time for the reaping. As we headed for the reaper's building Thea gave me a bracelet made of pink and purple beads. She told me I could use it as my token if I got chosen.
Christian Watson played the video and listed the victors. I looked up at Darnell, my friends and I never knew him, he didn't go to our school. He was quite good at survival.
Christian picked a name from the females jar.
"Amira Farakhani" he announced.
A girl wearing a teal hijab walked up to the platform. I had seen her at school before, but had never spoken to her.
"Now for the male" Christian declared reaching into the jar and pulled out an envelope.
"Ernest Shields" he announced.
I walked slowly up, weather I became victor or not I was going to be alone. I didn't really plan to get to close with the 23 other tributes.