A/N : Hi there! This is my first fanfiction based on Hunger Games and if you notice the names I 'cross over' it with Team Starkid. This is new for me so please give a review and your opinion if I should continue this, pretty please? :)

Disclaimer: I do not own the Hunger Games or Team Starkid, sadly.

District 11

"Get up, you fool!" shouted a Peacekeeper to a poor old lady that accidentally dropped her basket full of apples they just harvested. The other workers gritted their teeth as he yelled inappropriate words to the elder but didn't dare to do anything.

"I'm sorry," she cried, trying to gather the apples that scattered in the ground with her shaking hands. The man quickly lost his patience and pulled out his iron bar from the belt.

"Please don't!"

A girl with long brown hair stepped out from the line behind them and began to swoop the remaining apples on the ground onto the old woman's bucket.

"Well then, move it! The shipment should be on schedule!"

She glared coldly at him while she helped the lady stood with her shaky leg. A bruise started to appear in her ankle.

"Don't, Jule. You will be in trouble," the old woman whispered nervously, noticed her hard expression.

"Don't worry about me, Ma'am," Julia assured her with a tiny smile.

She put her arms above hers and support most of her light weight. With the other hand, she tried to lift the basket but realised it was too heavy.

"I said move it!" He threaten as he once more rise the iron bar.

Suddenly someone snatched the basket from her and quietly signaled them to follow him.

She never been so glad to see Darren until that moment.

They went directly to the storage house and after giving the baskets to a worker who was in charge and their shift was over, Julia and Darren accompanied Mrs. Finnigan back to her house.

"I couldn't thank you enough for what you two just did for me. Thank you, my dear," she said weakly after they helped her lie onto the bed.

"It's nothing, Mrs. Finnigan. However you should have your ankle checked later. It looks pretty bad," Julia said, watched her leg in concern.

Mrs. Finnigan waved her hand as if it was nothing to be afraid of. "I'm fine, it's just a mere bruise. You two, however, should go home right now. Tomorrow will be... a big day for both of you. I wish the odds are in your favor," she said with a sad smile.

As if a weight had dropped onto their stomach, Darren and Julia were taken aback by that statement. That's right; they totally forgot about it.

Tomorrow would be the Reaping Day.

They excused themselves quickly and went back home. The sky already turned red and the street light was being lit up by District 11 citizen. On the way back, the Square was being given its last touch by the Peacekeepers. The stage stood proudly or even cockily; a place that presented numerous innocent children of District 11 to the slaughter.

"You are quiet today. Something's wrong?" Darren asked as they walked across the Square.

Julia walked in silence for a moment. Her voice was trembling when she finally spoke. "Every year, I tried to put a brave act when the reaping begun. I just... What if they picked me this year? I know this would be our last reaping, but I had 24 tesserae this year! Imagining myself, or you, standing in that podium; I don't want to die in that..."

Darren cut her by pulling her shaking body close to his. Her bestfriend gave her a stern look and with a clear voice said, "Jule, this will be our last year in that tesserae. We can go through this, okay?"

She bit her lips as she laid her head onto his shoulder. A single tear dropped onto his shoulder but he didn't mind. He knew exactly how she felt for he felt the same too, having 30 tesserae for his parents and older brother.

"I got you, don't worry," he said once again, but they both knew it was a lie.

Well, should I continue this? I'll update soon if I got reviews so please do!