A/N: Hey Hey Hey! As you can see, we are in the land of trees, also know as District 7. There are Everdeens, Pine, and even Mahogany! Man, I'm so clever!

Sorry I'm not Suzanne Collins, you might check District 12. or even the Capitol.

Read on... If you dare!


District 7 Reaping:

Clover Nome (District 7) POV:

When my eyes snap open, all I can hear is a small tap at my window. What in the world? I feel my face scrunch up in confusion, but I soon push the sheets from me and stand up. When I glance out my window, I laugh and immediately open it.

"What do think you're doing?" I say through my giggling.

"Trying to save my girlfriend from future dangers."

"And how do you purpose to do that?"

"Come down here and I'll show you."

I sigh and close my window. Looking at the clock, I find I have about 5 hours until the reaping. I go to my dresser and pull out a pair of purple knit pants and a matching shirt. I brush my dark red hair into a ponytail. I quietly make my way down the stairs, making sure not to wake any of my family members. I write a quick note saying that I'm with Jackson and lay it on the table. When I get outside, Jackson pulls me into his arms.

"You know what?"

"What?"

"Your amazing," he says before giving me a swift kiss.

Jackson and I met when we were 8. My older brother, Branch, had died from an excessive amount of tracker-jacker stings. Their poison caused him to lay in the woods for 2 days before anyone found him. It was too late. My mother was very upset over it, as was I. People constantly brought over gifts, food and such. Jackson's mom, Teresa, was visiting with my mom. I was in the backyard staring into endless forest when he sat beside me.

"I'm sorry about what happened to Branch."

"Isn't everyone?"

"Yes, but I know how you feel. My sister died because of a tree unexpectedly falling. She was standing under it." He looked down, and I turned to him at the same time.

"I'm sorry."

He looked at me with a watery smile. We stayed like this, eyes locked and hands held together tightly, for what felt like forever. We have been inseparable ever since.

"Where are we going?" I question as I'm led blindfolded. "You'll see."

After about 3 more minutes of walking, Jackson takes the blindfold off. I gasp.

"You did this?" I exclaim.

"Yes, just for you."

Jackson is amazing, not me. He has set up a picnic in the woods. He somehow managed to find some candles and a very pretty wicker basket. The red blanket blends perfectly with the colorful leaves of the fall. I smile and remind myself that I'm the luckiest girl in all of Panem.

"After you."

Jackson guides me to the picnic blanket. He takes a seat beside me and digs into the basket. He pulls out a plate of mini crackers and goat cheese. How he got this food, I have no idea.

"Where did you get all of this stuff?"

"My mom."

Ok, now that was a lie. "Ok, where did you get this stuff seriously?"

"Um.. I bought it."

Ok, maybe not entirely untrue. "Where did you buy it?"

"I might have made a deal with Miss Sally, but I promise it was no big deal..." he trails off, and an alarm goes off in my head. Miss Sally was bad news. She would make a deal with you, but the price was much more than you would realize at the time. How much did this load cost him? His family? His money? Him?

"'No big deal'? What do you mean by that? I mean she could trick you into anything! How am I suppose to sit by and-"

I'm cut off my the pair of lips pressed firmly to mine. Jackson pulls back and whispers, "I promise, it is nothing important. Don't worry."

"Ok," I whisper back, barely audible. I gently smile back up at him and we feed each other small bites of cheese. As we eat, we proclaim our love for each other, saying that we couldn't live without the other. That is true, I could never live without Jackson.

"I have one more thing, dessert of course!"

I laugh as he pulls out what looks like a sponge cake with some type of frosting and wild strawberries on top. He hands it to me and something catches my eye. Sitting on top of the dessert is the prettiest ring I've ever seen in my life. It looks like the forest. The copper band is shaped like the bark of a tree, and sitting on the top is the most magnificent stone. Streaks of red, orange, yellow, green, brown and black run through the sparkling stone. I look up at Jackson with a questioning face. He beams with happiness.

"Clover Nome, you are the best thing that has and ever will happen to me. I love you. And I always will," he says. He then brings me to my feet, him getting on one knee. "Would you do me the honor of marrying me?"

Oh my, I can't believe this. This has to be a dream! There is no way that someone as amazing as Jackson would want to marry someone like me.

"Are you being serious? You really want to marry me?"

"With all my heart."

"Then yes!" I exclaim, hugging him tightly around the neck. He swoops over and swipes the ring off the small cake. He doesn't bother to wipe off the cream, and I don't mind. Slipping the ring on my finger, I feel like the happiest girl in all of Panem. He pulls me into a kiss, gently touching his lips to mine. When he pulls away, I find myself with a face full of cake.

"And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how to propose to a girl!"

I laugh and throw cake at his smiling face. Soon, we start an all out food fight. Crackers, rolls, and wild strawberries fly all around us, until we realize that I have to be at the reaping in an hour and half.

Jackson, being a two months older than me, doesn't qualify anymore. I, on the other hand, being 18, have one more year. But after October 15th, that won't be a bother anymore. The only thing that Jackson and I will have to really worry about is when my 5-year-old brother, Fred, and his newborn sister, Johanna, qualify for the reaping. Until then, we will be able to spend our time enjoying each other.

"We should get you cleaned up." he says to me, and I just smile back happily. He leads me out of the forest and toward the wealthy side of town. I hesitate for a second, but Jackson's reassuring smile helps me find my way down the street. On our way to his house, we pass a boy a few grades under me, whose name is Pine.

"Hey Pine!" exclaims Jackson. I give a curt wave and he gives us a confused look. He slowly waves back and says,

"Well, you two look quite the couple. You are definitely going to get married."

Jackson and I share a sneaky look with each other, sending messages through the looks we give. It's funny how people think that we are so much alike, when in reality, we are completely different. But together we form a perfect couple.

"Like I said," says Pine as he strolls to his house, "definitely getting married." And with that, he was gone.

Jackson grabs my hand and leads me toward his house. When he knocks on the door, we hear footstep and eventually his mother opens. She takes in our cake covered bodies and big smiles. She catches a glimpse of the ring sparkling on my left hand.

"Come in." she sighs with a defeated smile on her face.

I walk in and a gasp for what be the thousandth time. Jackson chuckles at my reaction.

"Are you ever going to get used to it?" he asks.

"No," I reply back.

Before the Dark Days, some people used to be very rich and famous, like Caesar Flickerman. Most people made more money in a week than I do in 6 months. In these days, people would buy expensive cars, houses and trinkets and pass them down to descendents of their families after they passed away. Looking up at the crystal chandelier, I try to fathom Jackson as what they used to call a prince. Apparently, Jackson's family was from a place called England, and were richer than President Snow.

"Come on," insists Jackson, bringing me back from my thoughts. He grabs my hand and takes me into the hall bathroom.

Dropping my hand, Jackson walks over to the tub and turns the water on. He turns and looks at me with a smile. Shock hits me. Does he want us to get in there together? I open my mouth to argue that it is too soon to do anything like this, but I'm interrupted by Jackson laughing.

"You didn't think that-" he starts, but can't finish the sentence. When he calms down, he says, "I'm going to go to the other bathroom."

After giving me a peck on the cheek, he leaves me in the room by myself. I strip down and slip into the water. Relaxing for a moment, I sigh and look at my ring. I wash my body and hair and quickly jump out of the tub. I dry off and look for something clean to put on. I find a white robe folded in the towel cabinet and put it on. I open the door and walk down the hall to Jackson's bedroom. Peeking in, I call out his name. A response comes from the closet and I glide over to see him. When I catch sight of him, I see that he is wearing a towel around his waist and... That's it.

"Hey," I say with a smile. He turns and smiles back at me, and within seconds his lips are inches from mine. Our lips crash together and Jackson's arms wrap around my waist, and we don't even notice his mother standing in the doorway.

"Um, excuse me."

We break apart and I lock eyes with the woman at the door. She looks both shocked and amused, which gives me all the reason to look down at my feet. I feel a blush spread across my face and I'm sure Jackson looks equally embarrassed. When I hear a faint chuckling, I look up to find Teresa looking at us with a smile.

"I just wanted to tell you that breakfast is ready-"

She is cut off by the sound of a baby crying. She gives me an apologetic look and heads out the door.

"Thanks mom," call Jackson. At the same time I say, "Thank you Mrs. Mason!"

Once she is gone, we turn to each other and laugh. When Jackson calms down, he goes over and pulls a dress out of the racks of clothes, another thing which I'm not used to. When he hands it to me, I see that it is a green dress with gold beads on it. With further examination, I find that... It's my size. I look up at him and he gives me a look that says, 'wear it!'

I sigh as I come into the kitchen with the dress on. Jackson had been so insistent that I wear it to the reaping, and how could I say no? I sit down to a table of some type of bread and syrup.

"They are called pancakes," explains Jackson. "Try them, they're good."

I take my fork and cut into the cake and slip it into my mouth. The cake is a lot like bread, only softer and a little sweeter, while the syrup is sticky and sweet. Maple syrup, I realize. Before I know it, my plate is empty. Mrs. Mason walks in soon with Johanna, leaving the baby with us while she takes our dishes in the kitchen. Jackson makes faces to his sister which makes her giggle. I watch with a smile on my face. His mother comes back in and sweeps the baby into her arms.

"You guys better get going. I'll meet you at the reaping, Jackson."

We get up, but before I go out the door, Jackson hands me a pair of gold slippers. As I put them on, I make a note to give this outfit back to Mrs. Mason after the reaping. We go outside and I link arms with my soon-to-be husband.


Pine Tress (District 7) POV:

I guess you could say that I have everything going for me. I could be considered the most popular guy in my grade at school, as well as the best furniture maker in the district. Well, not really the best furniture maker, I learned everything from my parents, but I'm pretty good for my age. Even though most people in District 7 get married young, I've never felt the need to get on one knee for a girl. That does give me a little of a reputation of being a 'ladies man'. I really don't mind that much, but when people assume I have dated every girl in school, it can get frustrating. Just because a 15-year-old boy wants to wait to get married doesn't make him a bad person. Right?

I sigh as I lift my head from my pillow. For the last two weeks, I've had the same dream, or nightmare, every night. I see my best friend, Dallen, getting brutally attacked by all of the guys in my school. When I try to help him, I'm tackled by the same two people. The first being a girl I had dated for years before a particularly. The second being none other Jackson Mason, my neighbor. I can't fathom why these two people are the ones to stop me from saving my friend, but dreams can be odd sometimes. The dream always ends with the group of guys surrounding me, then I promptly wake up. Don't you just love stuff like that?

I get up from my comfortable bed and make my way to the bathroom. Though I hate getting up as early as it is right now, I have agreed to meet my friends out in the woods. We have spot we hang out at, nicknamed 'The Shack'. This name is due to the fact that there is a very small and abandoned shack there. It's nice to have on days like this, when the leaves are just starting to change, signaling for the cold to move in. Once I unsuccessfully try to tame my black bush of hair, I slip into a pair of dark jeans and a yellow tee-shirt.

I grab an apple off the counter and head outside. The streets are mostly deserted this time in the morning, but I do run into Jackson walking the opposite direction.

"Going to see Clover?" I ask from my side of the street.

"Yup," he calls back.

"Well try not have too much fun," I tell him with a wink.

He laughs and continues walking. I reach the woods and slip into the expanse of trees. I take a deep breath, smelling the freshness of the pines. When I arrive at the shack, I find that Dallen, Lydia, & Katie have already arrived. I plop down beside Lydia, casually laying my arm around her.

"Hey, fancy seeing you hear," I say with a flirty smile on my face. She rolls her eyes. "Hi, Pine."

I give her a hearty laugh and seek a glance at Dallen and Katie. It seems that his attempts are failing as well as mine. I guess are best friends aren't in the mood today. Though, who could blame them, it is reaping day.

You see, ever since the four of us became friends, Dallen and I made a bet. Whoever can get one of the girls to fall hopeless in love with him would win. The prize, it's been so long I can't remember. Over the years, the girls have found out about our bet, and it actually makes the whole thing more entertaining. On any regular day, they would be playing it up, giving us kisses on the cheeks and whispering little nothings in our ears. But not today.

"Come on guys, we're all friends here," I say.

"Yeah," Dallen agrees, "And you know you guys want to kiss us."

We laugh and the girls turn to each other. Lydia turns to me and says, "You know, we aren't your servants. We can make the decision to just not flirt with you."

Dallen and me immediately stop our laughing. Looking at Lydia, I give an apologetic look. "I'm sorry."

She gives me kiss on the cheek. We all sit in the silence until Katie says, "Did you hear about Jackson. Supposedly, he is proposing to Clover today!"

I roll my eyes. Out of the four of us, Katie is definitely the group gossip. It's nice in some aspects. Being the hot topic I am, it's nice to know what rumors are going on about me. I suppose it's nice for Lydia, since she usually has more than one rumor going on about her as well. Most involving me. Dallen has nothing to worry about though, he is known to everyone as that funny, sweet guy. Oh, how lucky he is.

"Really, I never would have guessed," replies Dallen, his voice dripping in sarcasm. Katie seems to be unfazed as she continues.

"Yes, well, not really. They have been dating forever!"

We laugh at her, and she joins in not knowing the real reason behind it. After we recover, Dallen gives her half-hug. She blushes and looks at her feet. We settle into a comfortable silence until Dallen speaks up.

"I think the reaping starts in an hour or so, we should get going."

I sigh as I stand up and stretch. Lydia follows suit, as well and Katie and Dallen. As we make are way out of the woods, Lydia and I trail behind our friends. Falling in step with each other, I slip my hand into her's.

"Look, I'm really sorry."

She gives me a small smile and replies, "It was my fault, I overreacted."

At that moment, we reach the edge of the tree line. We say our goodbyes and head in our respective directions. On my way down the street, I meet Jackson again. This time he is with Clover, and they are covered in some sort of food.

"Hey Pine!" exclaims Jackson. Clover gives me a shy wave. It is quite unbelievable how opposite they are. But then again, opposites do attract.

"Well, you two look quite the couple. You are definitely going to get married." I say, holding back a smile. The two share a knowing look. Maybe Katie was right about the whole engagement thing, it's not really that surprising. I glance at a ring sparkling on Clover's left hand. This was no ordinary ring. Walking toward my house, I call to them over my shoulder.

"Like I said," I reach my front door, "definitely getting married."

Closing the door with a thud, I make my way back to my room. I grab a purple button up shirt. I slip into a pair of khaki pants and brown dress shoes. I go downstairs to find my father, mother, and older brother, Gray, sitting at the table. There was a basket of biscuits and some type of meat. Of course, I knew the biscuits were made from my tessera grain. Though we don't like to talk about it, almost every family in our neighborhood takes out tessera. Unless you in a family like the Masons, then you aren't anywhere close to eating to your stomachs fill. I just can't help feel bad for those even worse off than I, I can't imagine how they are still living if we are just getting by.

"Hey Pine," calls my father.

"Good morning everyone," I reply back, plopping down in a chair between my mother and Gray. I can tell I've interrupted a conversation when I hear my father say,

"Gray, are you sure you are going to leave the shop? I mean, it's all you know. How can you just pack up your life to go cut down trees?"

"Maybe it's because I love Stacy!" he exclaims, rising from the table.

"Well, you can still work the shop and be with her," points out my mother. Gray leaves the room frustrated. I sigh and eat my breakfast. We sit in silence until I get up and wave goodbye to my parents.

"See you after the reaping!" my mother calls after me.

My door opens and I join the steady stream of people heading toward the square. I sign in and join my respective group. I have a funny feeling about today. I'm sure it's nothing. As the mayor takes his place at the podium, I can't help but let my thoughts wonder to my brother. Is he really going to leave the shop for Stacy? I mean, he is only 19, not like that's ever made a difference here in District 7. The mayor finishes his speech and Floral Arellano bounces to the microphone.

"Thank you, Mr. Mayor! Let me just say that it is an honor to be here in District 7! I just love all of the trees! Now, for our girl tribute!"


Clover Nome (District 7) POV:

Floral strides toward the reaping balls. She pulls out a little white slip and heads back to the microphone.

"And your first tribute is..."

You can feel the tension in the air as the slip is being unfolded. I can't help but think about all of the girls surrounding me. Could one of their names be on that paper? I refuse to believe that I'm going to be reaped. Sure, my name may be in there 35 times, but that's put of thousands of slips. I take a deep breath and relax, there is nothing to worry about.

"Clover Nome!"

I can't breathe. I stand stock still, refusing to move. Soon, I'm roughly pushed forward by a peacekeeper. Minutes later, I'm standing beside Floral onstage. My eyes find Jackson. He looks both shocked and... Guilty? What does that mean? Floral gives me a reassuring pat on the back before resuming her spot at the podium.

"Now for the boys!"

She walks over to the reaping ball directly beside the one that my name came out of. She chooses another slip and shuffles back to the microphone.

"And you boy tribute is..."

I take one last sweep of the crowd. My eyes find my feet right when Floral exclaims,

"Pine Tress!"

My head snaps up to Pine. This can't be happening. Out of all the people in the district, fate has decided to put me and Pine in a fight to the death. He takes his spot beside me and the anthem begins. I follow Pine's gaze, and find that I'm looking Lydia Bell, a girl in his grade. There are rumors about the two in a relationship, and I guess it must be true.

We are escorted to the Justice Building, both separated into different rooms. My first visitors are my parents and Fred. Fred, being the curious child he is, wants to touch everything in the room. I laugh as he runs his little fingers over the velvet couch. He has red hair and brown eyes just like me, while my mother has blonde hair and brown eyes, and my father with red hair and blue eyes. My mother and father sit on either side of me and we watch as Fred circles the room. I am going to miss them.

"We love you sweetie," whispers my mother, clearly heart-broken.

"And we will always cheer you on," says my father.

I'm grateful for my parents. Even though we were never rich, they have always tried to make the best life for me. The I became a lumber jack they were crushed. I take a deep breath, I can't keep this from people who love me so much.

"Me and Jackson are engaged."

My mother gives me a weak smile, while my father just stares straight ahead, his face devoid of emotion.

"Congratulations."

I turn and hug my mother. I show her my ring and she beams. I'm sure under different circumstances, she would be absolutely ecstatic. Getting reaped on the day of your engagement is a little overwhelming. Nonetheless, she still tries her hardest to be happy.

"Your time is up."

My mother quickly scoops Fred up and father soon joins her. They both kiss me on the forehead. As they make their way out the door, my little brother waves goodbye. It's quite a haunting thing. It reminds me that I am probably not coming back.

Jackson walks in and we immediately embrace. He grabs my hand and leads me to the couch. We sit and before I know what's happening, Jackson pressed his lips to mine. The kiss lasts until we are gasping for breath. I smile at him, but he doesn't return it. He looks odd, almost regretful.

"You know how to use an ax," he tells me. "Use that to your advantage. You can win this. You can come home."

The look still hasn't left his face. I know something must be wrong.

"What's wrong?" I ask.

"Nothing," he replies.

"I know it's not nothing,"

When he doesn't reply, I think back to earlier today. Behind all of the romance and love, there was something, something that Jackson was trying to hide.

"Miss Sally!" I exclaim, "what did you trade with Miss Sally?"

I see him gulp and know that whatever he traded, he doesn't want to say. "I know this ring costed something big. What did you trade?"

Silence. "Jackson Mason! If you don't tell me right now I'm-"

"I can't."

"Yes, you can! If we are going to get married, you are going to have to tell me!"

"No Clover-"

"Tell Me!"

"I can't, I-"

"TELL ME!"

His head drops. I barely hear him mutter, "In exchange for your ring, your name was entered into the reaping 25 more times."


Pine Tress (District 7) POV:

My parents come in first. My mother in tears, my father trying to comfort her. When she finally gets calm down, she takes a look at me and starts to cry all over again.

"First we lose Gray!" she cries. "Now Pine!"

I can't help but pat her on the back. "It's ok mother, I'll be fine." Though there maybe some truth in that statement, there is no way I'm going to get out of the arena alive. But there is no reason for me to worry my mother with this news.

We sit in silence until a peacekeeper calls for time. "See you later, son." says my father, still trying to comfort my mother. "See you," I call back just as the door closes.

My next visitors are Gray and Stacy. We sit awkward silence for majority of the time, the other spent telling each other goodbye. I don't really know Stacy very well, but I know that she will miss me. Gray, on the other hand, is on the verge of tears.

"Your time is up!"

Gray pulls me into a second long hug then leaves the room. He is followed by Stacy. When the door closes, I'm alone again. The door opens once again and I find Dallen and Katie. I wonder where Lydia is but decide to wait and see as Dallen shoves something toward me.

"Your token," he says simply.

I examine it to find a piece of pine wood, the tree of which my name originated, with carvings on it. It reads:

Come on ladies man, you can win this! Hurry back, we will meet you at the Shack! -Katie, Dallen, & Lydia
P.S. We aren't going to call 'Victor Pine', because you are already too self centered!

I laugh and give them a big hug. Katie threatens to start crying, and since she doesn't want to make me feel worse, she gives me a peck on the cheek and exits the room. Dallen pulls me into a hug and says, "I'm going to miss you, Pine."

After that, I'm alone once again. My door suddenly flies open and I find Lydia running toward me. I stand just as we crash together, causing me to fall back onto the couch. I give her a weak smile, but she is already in tears. She sobs on my shoulder as I hold an arm around her. She looks up at me and says, "I'm sorry for this morning, and every fight we have ever been in. I know that about every one of them were my faul-"

I kiss her forehead, cutting her sentence off. "Lydia, it is ok. You and I both know that every fight we have is my fault. I'm sorry I have to put you through this."

Before I know it, she is kissing me. Not just on the cheek, but on the lips. are relationship has never been anything other than friends, meaning not once have we really kissed. That may sound crazy, but that's how our friendship was. Now, I'm extremely confused.

"Your time is up!"

Lydia doesn't move from her spot beside me. Two peacekeepers barge in and start to drag her away. She tries to break free, but they are too strong. When she is in the doorway, she calls, "Pine I-"

She is cut off by the door roughly shutting. I will never know what she is going to say. I sag against the couch until I'm called to head to the train. I meet Clover on the way to the car. She looks extremely angry, but has obviously been crying. Looks like her goodbyes went about as good as mine.


Clover Nome (District 7) POV:

I need to forgive Jackson. I love him. Though that is a good reason, I can't help but wonder, does he really love me? Would you jeopardize the life of someone you love?

"I didn't think it would matter," he explained. "I though, 'There is no way that my sweet Clover would be reaped.' I mean, this was you last year! It's almost impossible for you to get reaped your last year! I know you are probably super mad. If you want call the engagement off once you get back home, I completely understand."

The peacekeeper had dragged him out of the room, and I didn't get to answer. I still don't know how I would have replied, though. I was mad at the moment, but now that I have calmed down, I know that I wasn't thinking straight. He loved me, I loved him. That's how it would always be. I wasn't about to let something as little as getting reaped get in the way of our relationship. I am going to win.

I glance across the car at Pine and find many emotions written on his face. Confusion, regret, happiness, depression. I'm sure my face reflects similar things. I notice a piece of wood in his hand, I assume it's his token. A token. I didn't even bother with a token, too caught up in the moment to think clearly. The only thing that I could use as token as my ring. Obviously I would have chosen this anyways. My fingers find the band on my left hand and I turn it slowly around my finger. This small gesture comforts me, and before I know it we have pulled up to the station. I realize, if I hadn't been so heartbroken, that I would have enjoyed the car ride, much quicker than walking.

We are swarmed by reporters that are obviously from the Capitol. I think back to some advice Mrs. Mason had told me years ago.

"When around a crowd of cameras, give them a big smile and sell it!"

I don't know exactly what she meant by 'sell it', but I know I have to try something if I want to leave an impression. I lean over to Pine and whisper in his ear, "Smile and wave." I know I shouldn't be helping him, but he is so young I would feel guilty not doing so. I take a deep breath and start to wave at the multitude of people before me. They go crazy. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Pine wearing a smile and waving. He is a natural. I wave to the cameras, even blowing a few kisses. I know we have left a bigger impression this year. District 7 definitely won't be underestimated.

When we make it inside the train, both of us lean against the wall to catch our breath. We make eye contact and I before I know what is going on, I am laughing along with Pine. It's too bad I'm going to have to kill him, he's a good kid. I look out the window to see that last trees pass us. Goodbye District 7, hello Capitol.


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Tribute Recaps:

Gold Safire.

The boy who practices his interviews with Caesar. He volunteered, knowing he has what it takes to win it all. But, after locking lips with two on one very special day, it could leave anyone a little shaken. Does this District One wannabee know how to take the crown, or will the locking of lips be his downfall?

Ruby Shimmer.

The girl who should not be underestimated. She is the Mayor's daughter, living a life of luxury. Winning the Games is what she wants, and will stop at nothing to win. Will she prove that she is more than just another pretty face, or will the guilty get to her head?

Cameroon Gardener.

The brute from District Two. Training since age 8, he seems more than qualified to wear the Victor's crown. Though, as emotions go, he seems as caring as a brick, this Career does have compassion. Can this oafish boy take it all, holding his home-made macaroni locket, or will this wall come crumbling down?

Callie Dire.

The Caring Career. Since the disappearance of her father, she figures that winning is the only way to help the family let go. The Red Box helps her cope, keeping her whole hidden way. Will this broken girl find victory, or will David be left to hid his life away like his sister?

Amelia Cord.

The sister of a Victor, the daughter of a legend. Though she calls District Three home, she lives easy life. Being in the Hunger Games was never suppose to be the fate of this young girl, but now she finds herself one the tribute train one the way to the Capitol. Can this girl prove that fighting runs in the family, or will this crazy journey be too much?

Buzz Spark.

This boy truly lives up to his name. His family despises him, or so he thinks. Believing that District Three belongs with the Careers, he volunteers t show them what he is made of. Will this boy get his wish, or will this tiny spark become something too uncontrollable?

Marry Shell.

The girl with dark and hair and no worries. Well, besides Micky. This girl lives in the carefree District of Four. Though her family means a lot to her, no one can compare to a best friend. Can she succeed in bringing home her one true friend, or will the odds fall in her favor?

Micky Clemens.

The star of District Four. Though the girls give him plenty of attention, he only gives his attention for the one friend he truly cares about. So, when Marry is reaped, he had to volunteer. Can this heartthrob point the sponsor to only person he has left, or will his charm curse him with a crown?

Ella Forse.

The girl who says goodbye to a note. Even having CEO parents can't protect you from the Games. Out of hundreds, one of her measly two entries has found its way to the podium, and Ella is now going to be thrown into the arena. Can those tiny rose petals hold a little bit of luck, or will the Game take her before her life has really begun?

Serge Mallet.

A force to be reckoned with. Ever since his father led the revolt, all this has done is live in the insane shadow of his father. Volunteering will help the people see, help them see that he is not who they think he is. Will he be able to prove that like father, not like son, or will his heritage catch up with him?

Zoom Dalton.

The best healer you'll ever meet. This curly brunette sure knows her way around the medical field Though this girl can repair many thing, the sting of the lose of her mother is not one of them. Does this healer know how to heal the ruthlessness of the Games, or will the tributes suck the powers right out of her?

Chase Rider.

The boy that can definitely charm a crowd. Though he lives a hard life, this boy is still able to see the brighter side of things. But, when he finds himself with two tokens and a devious plan, it is too much to pass up. Will the audience buy his tale, or will the ring be the end of him?

Clover Nome.

The girl who fell too hard. Marriage was the next destination for this young lover, she even got her ring before the reaping! But as fate (or Miss Sally) would have it, Clover is going to compete. Can she make it make to the boy who sold her out for the engagement ring, or will the copper band forever be covered in cold blood?

Pine Tress.

A trickster, not quite ready for love. This boy lives in world of jokes and best friends, and wouldn't have it any other way. But, when reality hits him like a hard wall, he finds himself in the running for the 52nd Annual Hunger Games. Does this jokester know how to get back to his knew found love, or will reality be too much for him to handle?

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