These are the District Eleven Reapings, Chariot Rides, Training, and Interviews!

Ash Birch's POV:

Everyone was up when I entered the kitchen. The twins were oblivious to what the reapings meant, but they watched the quarter quell last year and ran out of the room crying every time. Jack looked so different with his smile wiped off of his face. Today would be his first time in the reapings and my third. Yeah, I'm fourteen, but I was the one who always got the family's rations. Despite being in the agriculture district, most of the food went to the capitol.

Even Lily and James, soon to be married, were in our kitchen. Lily, my sister, began to fix my dark brown hair. I was a rather tall boy, but had a stocky build. Most kids get intimidated, but adults look into my hazel eyes and see the true me.

I slowly ate breakfast and then changed into my plain t-shirt and trousers. Jack grabbed my hand and we walked through the fields into the town square.

"Don't worry, Jack, I promise you won't be reaped," my little brother looked up at me and nodded his head. I watched as he scurried off into the twelve-year-old pen. I went into my proper pen and waited for the announcer to call the names.

"And for the men, we have Jack Birch," the announcer said in his gruff voice. He was a sickly old man not far from his death bed. My head began to spin.

"You promised!" Jack shouted to me as he walked up to the stage.

"Wait! I volunteer!" I ran up to the stage and saw as tears streamed down my little brother's cheek. He was dragged away by peacekeepers and the announcer reached into the girl's jar.

Ivy Callum's POV:

The announcer reached into the girl's jar and I twirled my brown wavy hair around my finger. All the other fourteen year-old girls in my pen held their breath. They probably had nothing to worry about, but with all the rations I had received for my little brother's stead, I had too many slips with my name on them.

"Ivy Callum," I stood there shocked and walked onto the stage. At least I knew how to forage for food and how to survive. My cream colored sundress clung to my sweaty body as I shook hands with Ash. He was a cool dude, I guess, but I knew that I was going to be the one to kill him. These were the thoughts that ran through my head, but I just know that this is what everyone feels when they stand here on this stage.

Ash's POV:

Our outfits were absolutely tacky. I was dressed up in a suit composed entirely of woven wheat. I felt like a wicker basket. It was better than Ivy's outfit, which was composed entirely of apples. She drooped a little bit when she walked, which gave the impression that is was heavy.

"Alright, hold hands and smile," I could hear her designer say to her and then my designer walked up to me.

"Okay, kid, when you get to the center of town I want you to kiss her!" My designer whispered to me so that Ivy couldn't hear.

"Are you mental?" I shouted to her, but it was too late, the chariot already pulled away. Ivy grasped my hand and we smiled and waved. The ride seemed to last forever, but then when we finally saw the busiest square, I leaned over and kissed her on the lips. It definitely took her by surprise, but she hammed it up for the camera and kissed me lightly on the cheek. When we reached the end of the ride, she slapped me. Hard.

Ivy's POV:

After the kiss, I grew more distant to Ash. When it came time for training I was alone and went to the emptiest stations. I did, however, manage to make it to the saber station, but I wasn't any good and the careers intimidated me. In the end, for training I grabbed a blowgun, but accidentally shot one of the evaluators. He promptly fell asleep and I was dismissed. I saw Ash waiting for me and he seemed unsure of his score. We walked back to lunch together.

Ash's POV:

"So, Ivy, you got a whopping ten on your evaluations. How does that make you feel?"

"Well, I was actually so surprised, I guess I didn't know I had it in me!" She added in a giggle for extra effect. With her brown dress and green accessories she seemed like a naïve twelve-year-old.

"And your time is up, let's bring up Ash!" My stomach flipped over. For the evaluation, I had gotten a five, but only because I wasn't used to the kind of bow they used. Even my strength that I showed hadn't earned me a score higher. That wasn't what they wanted to talk about, though.

"Please tell us, what led you to kiss Ivy on the chariot?" I could've face-palmed right there and said it was my mentor and designer that told me, too. In fact, Alarick, my mentor, encouraged me to keep up the act.

"Well, I suppose it was just impulse, but I think I might feel something for her," I said in a soft voice and looked back at her. Her eyes were wide in surprised, but only I could see the hatred burning in them. I talked a little bit more about myself, but when I sat down to let District Twelve go, I gently kissed Ivy on the cheek. I could tell it took every ounce of her strength not to kill me right here.

The end! I worked pretty hard, but I don't feel it was my best work. Anyway, stay tuned for district ten!