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District Ten Reapings

Kyle Kors POV

You don't realize your death is coming until it is upon you. And so it is with the Hunger Games.

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I was surprised and a little bit afraid when I woke up that morning, and realized that I was in my own house. Yes, I realize that makes no sense to you. I'm working on that bit.

You see, my parents are incredibly rich, and they are often not home. They are mostly traveling, or at giant, beautiful galas to which I am never invited. So, I stay at my friend, Nate's house. His situation is pretty much the same as mine, and we've pretty much learned to depend on each other.

My heart sped up when I thought of Nate. With his shaggy red hair, that tousled and fell into his bright, intelligent green eyes, he was one of the most sought after boys in District Ten. But I wasn't only physically attracted to Nate. He had always been kind to me, helped me, and we leaned on each other. He had big soft hands, and an even bigger, softer heart. But I wasn't going to catch him. Not with every other girl trying to date him.

As I coiffed my hair, I admired myself in the mirror. I was pretty, no way getting around the fact. I had sleek brown hair, stunning green eyes, fair skin and freckles dotting my nose. My figure was leaned and toned, with subtle curves.

Can you believe the thoughts running through my head, on the day of my death sentence?

As I walked to the stage, I stopped by at Nate's house.

"Hey Kyle!" he said with a huge smile, embracing me like an old friend. Which he was. Nothing more.

"Hey Natie!" I laughed, reaching up to play with his hair.

"Good luck today!"

"Oh Natie-you and me, we have about zero chance of being Reaped. Don't worry!" I chastised him.

"But I do worry," he told me seriously, and looked down at me (he was ridiculously tall.) I looked up and stared into the deep green eyes that had guided me through every bad thing in my life, and felt my heart flutter.

"I have to go to my line," I muttered and stumbled off to find the other seventeen year olds.

I was mulling that over while we stood in the lines like livestock waiting for the slaughter house, when I heard the escort calling the female tribute's name. She was a little girl with cancer. I couldn't let her be sent to her death! So, in the heat of the moment, I volunteered. I called my name so they would know who I was.

"Kyle Kors!" The place went dead silent. Everybody knew my name, at least my surname. Everybody knew that the only daughter of the richest family in their district was going to die.

My knees locked, and I stared up at the woman, stunned. I knew I should be walking up to that platform, become the District Ten girl tribute, but I couldn't make myself move. Suddenly I was walking up, even though I could no longer feel my legs.

A hand shot out of the audience, and grabbed my arm. I must have jumped fifty feet in surprise. Suddenly Nate was holding me and crying. Without realizing it, I was crying too.

Blaise Calder's POV

While Reaping day is a day off for most, it sure wasn't for me, but I was okay with that. I quite enjoyed working on the farm. I woke up with the crack of dawn, then got Merrill and Delphine up to work with me.

"Hey girlies!" I told them. "Up and at 'em!"

"Aw, do we have to work today!" Merrill moaned.

"Yeah, all my friends were happy for a day off! Where's our day off!" Delphine agreed.

"Cows don't have a day off!" I laughed and pulled them to the barnyard. I loved my sisters so much. Delphine, just six years old, already looked just like my mother, small with olive skin, ashen brown hair and brown eyes. Merrill, seven years old, favored my father, with very light brown hair, green eyes, and paler skin. I was pretty much a mix, big green and auburn eyes, ashen brown hair and olive skin. Oh, both my parents were dead, just so you know. Died in a tuberculosis outbreak five years ago, when I was ten. We lived on my grandparents farm, with my drunk uncle, and his kids, Paisley, Pavi, Parsnip, Peter, Palla, Pansy, Pepper, Piper and Palmer. He had a thing for P names.

Me and my sisters went out and fed and watered the cows, then progressed to milking them. It was a pleasant time, and we fooled around and had a lot of fun. Then we tended to the rest of the farm in a similar manor, and took a break for a few minutes, lying on the couch. Then I hopped up again.

"Okay, time to get ready and go! You know it's an hour commute from here to the center of the city!"

"Yeah, we'd know better than you!" Delphine reminded me. "We do it every day to get to school! You don't!" I had dropped out of school when I was thirteen, two years ago, to better take care of the farm.

Jeez, talk about dramatics! I thought when Kyle was Reaped, with that guy, Nate, hugging her, and crying and…well…ugh.

Then they called a horrible name! Not mine, but Piper's. Piper was only fourteen years old, and lame. Also, he was one of my cousins. I knew I had to save him.

"I volunteer!" I called.

A/N: Ta da! That's the District Ten Reaping!

Thanks all for reading!

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