Disclaimer: I do not own the Hunger Games

I skipped to District 7 because it has some very important characters that have to do with the rest of the story. Every time something is written in cursive it means that the characters are having some sort of flashback or are remembering something.

District 7

Rebekah

I sit in my cell. I flash back to September last year.

I walk down through the streets of District 7. I've always been obsessed with justice. Not the kind that the Capitol has imposed but what I think is right. Like I don't think that the Hunger Games are acceptable.

It's late, but still warm outside. I hear a scream..

"Scream all you want girl. No one can hear you."

"Please stop!" a young voice screams. " It hurts so much! Just stop!"

Her voice is hysterical and she's sobbing. The first voice sounded like a young man.

"You've had this coming a long time." His voice is downright malicious now.

"But you're my brother. You're supposed to protect me. Not hurt me."

"Hey! You, leave her alone!" I yell in their direction.

He turns, obviously not expecting anyone to be awake at that time. Is face hardens.

"What're you going to do about it?"

As quick as a flash of lighting I run towards him and take the knife from his arms. I block the girl with my body. I can feel her one arm. It's slippery with blood. Tears threaten to fill my eyes. How could anyone do this to their own sister? I remember how my dad left my mom for another woman. I don't know why this thought comes to my head but it does.

Anger boils inside of me and I stab the guy. Adrenaline pumps through me. "Come with me!" I yell at the girl. She faints and I pick her up.

A voice brings me back to reality.

"Come on girl! Time for the Reaping." Says my least favourite guard. He hates my guts and I hate his. He thinks I'm just a delinquent who thinks she knows better than the law. He doesn't know that I'm slowly going insane with the guilt. He's never killed anyone. He doesn't see a figure collapsing on the streets of District 7 every night. The girl died too. She committed suicide, feeling it was her fault that he died. I'm being punished for one murder when really, I committed two. If I had it my way I would rather just take my life but after they caught me they put me in this prison of my mind. They think they are being merciful by letting me live.

For me, this is worth than death.

Harkson

Two guards stand on either side of me. I roll my eyes. You steal from the mayor once and they never let you forget it. We stand in the center of District 7. A man and a woman sit in seats behind a podium. Our mentors. I see the key of my handcuffs hanging from a keychain in the taller guard's back pocket. I gently bump into him. He glares at me and I say, "Sorry! Lost my balance for a sec."

I hold the key in my hand. I'm the best at pick pocketing in my whole district. Of course stealing is easy, if you don't mess up and do something stupid like stealing from the mayor. Never again. I act like I'm trying to rub my raw wrists while I carefully unlock them. I stash the key and "fall down". "Hey, kid, knock it off will ya! You're making our job harder than it has to be." He yells at me.

"Sorry, it's just that not having cuffs on my wrists has messed up my sense of balance." I smirk.

He checks his pockets. I run off and throw the keys and cuffs back at him.

"Suckers!"

A bunch of Peacekeepers keep me from leaving the square. I swear loudly and they drag me back to the juvenile guards. Too much protection, in my opinion. I'm only one guy and I'm only fifteen. I guess it's because everyone from the Freak Ward is here. Most people at school don't realize that we know what they call us behind our backs. We're different but not stupid. The mayor starts going over the usual stuff that happens every year. Then a young woman picks up an envelope that's dark green. She opens it and in an obviously fake cheerful voice reads out, "Harkson Stephens!"

I yell "What!" with some other words. I try to escape but the Peacekeepers literally pick me up and set me down on the stage, not losing sight of me.

This is just perfect. I get to entertain a bunch of stuck up people by…

I see the guilt in almost everyone's faces. I'm not angry anymore. Now, all I feel is betrayal. My own district wants me dead.

Thanks a lot guys.

Rebekah

Poor Harkson. I know he's bitter to the world and does everything possible to make everyone at the Delinquent Center's lives miserable but I'm sure that deep down he's a nice guy. It should be a law to give everyone the benefit of the doubt. Maybe one day someone will bring down the Capitol. I hope they do. I hope kids in the near future don't have to go through the pain of losing friends or the fear of getting reaped. Harkson and I share a look. He's good looking with light brown hair and blue eyes, like me. I feel his helplessness before I hear my name.

"Rebekah Stargate!" the woman's voice sounds annoyed. I walk up on stage, guards not leaving me out of their sight.

They take us to the justice building. It's tall and smells like pin needles. It smells like District 7. I sit in a chair in the corner of the room. I think back to the worst moments in my life. Tears stream down my cheeks. As soon as I start crying I scold myself. The last few weeks I have left, I'm going to make every other tribute feel loved. Especially the ones who've had hard times. I put a smile on my face and the Peacekeepers escort me to the train that will take us to the Capitol.