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P.S. The Hunger Games is not mine; it's Suzanne Collins...do I still really have to say this disclaimer?

Reapings: Districts Nine and Ten

District Nine Reaping

Cecania 'Cece' Baldwinn POV

I sigh as I put on the old and small pink dress with the matching worn-out shoes. It's the nicest dress I own, even if it's too small for me. As I comb my jet black hair and putting it into a ponytail, I stare into the cracked mirror at the silver bracelet my father brought for me last year. He was so afraid that I would have been chosen that he saved all his work money to buy me the silver trinket as a token. 'You must own at least one very expensive jewellery in your life' my father had said when he presented it to me. Luckily, I didn't get chosen, and instead Laurel and Reyna were, but I wore the bracelet ever since, never taking it off. The silver bell attached to it jingles a bit as I move the comb up and down. When I finish, I smile at the mirror, my dark brown eyes glistening with unshed tears as I think of the reaping and the Hunger Games. What happens if I get reaped this year? How will I survive in an arena filled with kids older than me, some already trained to kill? And worst of all, how will my father cope? I lost my mother when she gave birth to me, my father very devastated. Since then, I have tried to be the best daughter my father could ever had. I don't like making him sad-fathers are not supposed to cry every night.

I snap out of my thoughts as my father knocks on my door. "Cece, breakfast's ready!"

I open the door, hugging my father. "What's for breakfast?" He smiles and gives me a kiss on the forehead. "Bacon, your favourite." He laughs a little. "But if you don't hurry down there, I might just return it all to the butcher."

I pout and ran down the hallway to the kitchen, smelling the crisy scent of bacon. I sit down, grab a buttered piece of toast, fork three pieces of bacon, and squirt a blob of ketchup on my plate. My father shakes his head, smiling as he pours me half a glass of orange juice. "Eat slowly Cece, there's more." I grin, biting into the first slice of bacon.

Mmmm...I haven't had bacon for months. It's expensive, so my father only buys it on special occasions like my birthday, Christmas, Panem Day, and of course, the Hunger Games. Even though I hate the Hunger Games, I like the bacon that I get on the day. I quickly eat my toast and the remaining two slices of bacon. I slurp down the orange juice, and wipe my mouth with a tissue. I smile at my father before hiccuping loudly. My father laughs, his hair flying everywhere as he says, "Cece, didn't I tell you that eating fast causes hiccups?" I shake my head as I drag him out the door.

As we walk to the town square slowly, I ask questions about the birds and trees I see on the way. "What's that one?" I ask, pointing at the bird pecking the wood. My father observes it before saying, "It's a woodpecker Cece." I nod and point to another bird and another, so absorbed in our activity that I didn't notice someone was in front of me until I felt the side of my head hit something hard. "Ow!" I cry as I look up the person. He was much taller than me, about eighteen, his exotic ocean blue eyes staring down at me apologetically. "Sorry little miss. Didn't see you there." My father nods. "It's OK." We walk past the boy as I wonder how someone from from District Nine would have blue eyes.

...District Nine Reaping...

Aedan Carter POV

"Sorry little miss. Didn't see you there." I say to the girl apologetically. Her father nods and says, "It's OK," before taking his daughter to the town square. The little girl looks back at me curiously, her brown eyes look at my blue ones. I know she's curiious about my unusual blue eyes. I continue my way to Jack's house as I ponder over what he said to me yesterday.

Flashback (of yesterday)

"Come on, man, volunteer tomorrow to avenge my sis." Jack says to me again, his voice getting more persuausive by the second.

I shake my head. "Why?" Mia was Jack's sister that died a few years back in the Hunger Games. He wanted to volunteer to avenge her, but his family prevented him from volunteering. NOw that he's nineteen, he's too old for the Games, and it now asking me to volunteer and avenge her instead.

He groans. "You know why. Mia shouldn't have died, and she was my sister." He looks at me. "And I know you loved her Aedan." It's true that I loved his sister, and was upset at her death. Maybe avenging her wouldn't be so bad...

"Alright."

End of flashback

I take a deep breath as I knock on Jack's door. A smiling Jack opens the wooden door and he slams it behind him. "Are you ready?" He asks, grinning at me.

I roll my eyes. "Ready or not, here I come." I joke. Jack and I walk to the town square quickly, not wanting to encounter any Peackeepers. When we got there, I say good-bye to Jack and walk over to the 18s section, waiting for the reaping to start. I look around and see the little girl I bumped into this morning with her father hugging her in the 13s section. I smile at them as I look up at my own family on the stage. Both my parents and my sister, Rhea are victors, but they don't like mentoring, so they are the victors that stay home and cheer with everyone else.

Finally, the reaping starts as the anthem plays and Mayor Promise says his speech. After the boring speech is finsihed, Iggy Pancake jumps onto stage, grabbing the microphone from Mayor Promise. He smiles and says his greeting. "I am really, really glad to be back in District Nine again! The scenery here is pretty nice, and speaking of scenery, have any of you been to Mexico? I've watched some videos of the old Mexico, and I've jsut went to see the ruins..." Iggy rambles on and on about some place called Mexico until Mayor Promise appears on stage and whispers something in Iggy's ear. He giggles and dances to the female reaping bowl. "OK, we can hear that story later, but now, let's get our girl!" He wriggles his fingers in the bowl, choosing a slip. He finally picks one and slowly opens it, all dramatic. "And it's...Cecania Baldwinn!"

Silence. All I hear is eerie, eerie silence. Then,

"Daddy!" A voice cries, and everyone turns their head towards the voice. I see the little girl I bumped into this morning gettign dragged onto the stage by Peacekeepers. Iggy steers her into a seat and dances yet again to the male reaping bowl. Iggy picks the slip of paper all dramatic again, until a Peacekeeper complains. Iggy sticks his tongue out and opens the slip. "And our male tribute is...Renger Wesley!" A boy from the 16s section slowly emerges, until I sigh and say, "I volunteer!" The boy zooms back to his roped-off section as I walk towards the stage. As I walk, Granger Wesley mouths thank you to me. I nod and assend the stairs, as I see my family's shocked and proud smiles. Iggy claps really loudly and forces Cecania and I to shake hands. As I shake her hand, she looks at me with her brown eyes, and I know she is taking back the curiousity she had of my blue eyes this morning, and instead is thinking of me as a monster who volunteers and would kill anything to live. And is that me?

Maybe.

...Reapings: Districts Nine and Ten...

District Ten Reaping

Shepherd "Shep" Cavanaugh POV

As I put on my white callar shirt, jeans and hooked my cowhide belt, I think about the Hunger Games. They happen every year. They're terrrible-I mean, what kind of person finds kids/teens killing each other entertaining? Entertainment and Hunger Games...huh. Not two words I would put in a sentence together. As I plop my workshoes on, my sisters Mabalee and Eliza barge through my door, throwing my cowhide waterbottle sack at me. "Stop leaving your things everywhere!" Mabalee complains, shaking her head. Eliza stucks her tongue out at me as I just smile a little and shake my head. I rarely smile, but I love my yonger siblings. "OK, OK." I reply, shooing them out. I turn to the small mirror as I try to untangle my shaggy ash-brown hair. I give up after a while, and instead, went to the kitchen to get some breakfast.

As soon as I get there, Bledsoe walks up to me and pokes me. "Shep, are we working today?" He asks in his soft voice. I ruffle his brown hair as I shake my head. "Nope. Today's the reaping, so it's considered a holiday." He nods and sits down beside my fifteen-year-old brother Yuri. I sit down beside Eliza and helped myself to a glass of milk and a butter slice of toast. When I finish, I kiss my mother on the cheek good-bye and hug all my siblings before exiting the house.

I take my time as I walk over to Cassady, my best friend's house, but before I am even halfway there, I see him walking towards me, smiling at me. He punches my shoulder playfullyas he leads us towards the town. "What's up?" He asks, ignoring all the flirty smiles thrown his way. I shrug. "Nothing. Just want to get the reaping done and over with."

As we reach the town square, I see my girlfriend, Lilah with some of her friends. She sees Cassady and I and says a quick farewell to her friends and runs towards us. She gives me a kiss and Cassady a hug. "Hey guys." She looks at my reaping outfit. "That's a really white shirt you're wearing." She sighs. "Why can't all your white shirts stay this clean?" I put my arm around her as I lead her to her roped-off section. "I work in a farm Lilah. With animals." I add. "You can't always be so clean, you know. You have to get your hands dirty sometimes." I give her one last kiss before leaving with Cassady to our own roped-off section, waiting for the reaping to start.

...District Ten Reaping...

July Oxbridge POV

"Hello District Ten! I'm glad to be back once again, and helping to escort the 101st Hunger Games! Let's find out our female tribute, shall we?" Jinx Gynesh, our escort says loudly before pacing quickly towards the female reaping bowl. "And our lucky tribute is...Mabalee Cavanaugh!" She announces, looking around. Out of the corner of my eyes, I see a guy from the 18s section drop a waterbottle sack, his jaw slightly opened. A guy beside him, probably his freind with the blue eyes, picks up the sack and whispers something in his ear. A girl behind me squecks high-pitched. I turn around and see her clutching to someone looking very similar to her. And that's when it occured to me. That's Mabalee Cavanaugh, and that boy was her brother. The girl lets a few tears drop as she escapes from her sister's grasp and takes tiny steps towards the stage. Jinx giggles slightly, her eyes sad. "Any volunteers?" She asks hopefully. The district goes silent as Jinx giggles quietly again. "OK, moving on. The male tribute is..." She snatches the first slip she encounters. "...Parker Gunste!" A boy from the 17s section starts moving when,

"I volunteer!" A voice says solemnly and emotionlessly, the sound echoing throughout our horrified district. I turn around once again and see the boy, Mabalee's brother, raise his hand up and walk up to the stage. My eyes follow him to the stage where his sister is in shock, her tears frozen on her face before she gts over the shocking news and starts sobbing again. Somewhere in the audience, someone else is crying very loud. I see a woman, looking very similar to Mabalee, her twin sister, and their brother, crying her eyes out, almost collapsing to the ground. Me, being the emotional girl of my family, wiped the tears from my light grey eyes and took a deep breath.

"I volunteer!" I say, my voice shaking a little from the emotions I was feeling. Jinx looks at me, confused. "Who are you volunteering for, my dear?" She asks, scratching her head. I gulp. "Mabalee Cavanaugh." I say, walking up to the stage and forced a cheerful smile at Mabalee. She stares at me, her jaw hanging, before her brother steers her gently down the stairs. His light hazel eyes meet my grey ones as he looks at me with gratitude. I give him a little smile before Jinx interrupts our moment. "We have two volunteers!" She exclaims happily. "And who are you?" She asks him. "Shepard Cavanaugh." He says, looking over at his upset mother. Jinx only grins and turns to me. "And you, little lady?" I bite my lip. "July." I say, looking at my older brother, Awether's terrified and scared expression. "July Oxbridge."

Jinx makes us shake hands. Shepard's pale hand squeezes my own pale one softly for a little comfort like a brother would a little sister as Jinx says, "And those are our wonderful and brave tributes! Tune in tomorrow for another amazing show. Happy Hunger Games, and may the odds be ever in your favour!"

So, there it is! How was it? Good? Bad? Tell me about it!

Also, a quick note for my co-writing story: I'm still in need of a District One girl, District One boy, District Two boy, District Five boy, District Six boy, District Seven boy, District Nine boy, and a District Thirteen boy. Submit if you'd like, and we might pick your tribute! (We as in PartyCheese and I as of right now.)

I would like to write the reapings more quickly, so we can move on to more bigger and exciting things, but writers' block likes to visit me once in a while, so by doing this co-writing story, I am hoping to get rid of my writers' block and more into writing mode. So expect another update soon, but not too soon. It won't be over a month, I promise. So read and tell me your thoughts!

Sponsor Question(worth 4 points as it needs you to do some reading): Granger Wesley has played a very minor part in my last SYOT story. Who was he, and how old is he? Hint: It's all in chapter nineteen.