Sorry for being late yet again, but yesterday was my brother's birthday, so I had to celebrate it with him. We are now halfway through the reapings, and so I give you DISTRICT SEVEN, written by PartyCheese!

P.S. Suzanne Collins still own the Hunger Games.

District Seven Reaping

Simon Fletcher POV (District Seven)

"Simon, wake up!" My sister, Erica, orders me from the kitchen, her voice floating lazily into my room. "I don't want to." I groan. "I'm making pancakes!" She calls. I shoot up, pull my pajamas off, and quickly put on my reaping clothes.

"You look so cute!" Erica coos as I come into the kitchen. She pinches my cheeks, and I brush her hands away, rubbing my now red cheeks. "Why do you always have to do that?" I mumble into my hand. I sit down on the wooden chair, and Erica places a plate of pancakes in front of me.

"Where's Mom and Dad?" I ask, cutting off a piece of pancake and spearing it with my fork. "Getting milk." She answers shortly.

"Erica, can you put some more butter on my pancakes?" I ask. She takes a knife and cuts off a piece of butter from the brick, and starts to spread it around my breakfast. "You're lucky you're so cute. If it was anyone else, I would have told them butter makes you fat." She finishes, and then kisses me lightly on the nose. Personally, I think I'm really small for my age. I'm twelve, but I look about eight years old, with my blonde hair, blue eyes, and two missing front teeth. My sister Erica spoils me rotten because she thinks I'm so cute. I'm not complaining.

Evna Hunderson POV (District Seven)

My eyes flickers open, and I reach my hand over to click off the alarm. It's the third morning in a row that I have beaten it. Pulling my sheets off, I see the light touch the scars on my skin in a weird way, making them faintly glint. I pull on a black sweater and black pants.

Walking out my door, my brother looks at my attire. "Why do you always wear long, black clothes?" He wonders out loud, eating cereal in the kitchen. "None of your business." I mumble into my long, black hair.

"You wear the same thing every day." He says, trying to continue the argument. I just ignore him, taking out a bowl and pouring cereal and milk into it for myself. I grab a spoon as I sit at the table.

"I wish Dad could cook." I didn't even lift my head to Mark's comment; I just keep eating. "When Mom was around, she cooked breakfast all the time." Mark continues. My heart starts to ache, and I let my spoon drop to the bottom of my bowl. I hope he doesn't go too far. Tears start to well up in my eyes, and they trail down my cheeks. Mark sees what have happened, and backtracks to try to fix this. "Oh God, I'm sorry Evna. I was just trying to joke around. I didn't mean to bring Mom into this." He gets up, pulls his chair over, and puts his arms around me. I put my head on his shoulder, letting the tears flow.

Simon Fletcher POV (District Seven)

"Oh! Mom and Dad are back!" Erica says, looking out the window. "Yay! We can finally get to the reaping!" I love the reaping-the sense of celebration.

"Simon, can you at change your clothes?" My dad says, looking at my oil stained jeans and hole riddled t-shirt as he walks in the door. I am about to open my mouth when Erica says, "C'mon, Dad. Let him wear it." He rolls his eyes, but doesn't say anything else.

We are about to walk out the door to go to the reaping when I yell, "Wait!" I dash over to my room to grab my teddy bear, Tyler. When I walk back to the door, Erica is laughing. "Okay, we can go now." I say. We walk out the door, and leave for the reaping. After a few minutes, we stop in the town square to join the huge crowd.

Evna Hunderson POV (District Seven)

"C'mon, Mark, let's go!" I yell into his room. "I'm coming, calm yourself!" He says. He opens his door and walks out of his room. "Again, why do you always wear black? Be happy for a little bit!" He says, and then starts to spin me around. We start to laugh, the chuckles bubbling into huge belly laughs. But then I fall, tripping over the table. My sleeve rips from Mark holding it, and I hit the floor, hard.

"Evna, what are those?" He asks, pointing to the silvery scars on my wrists. "Are those…?" Realization dawns on his face, and he turns around. "Dad! Dad, come here!" I start to panic, getting up from the floor, but my dad comes in as soon as I stand.

"What?" He asks. "I think Evna's been cutting herself." Mark explains. My dad's eyes widen, and he looks at my wrist. "Is this true?" I nod, swallowing. "Why?" He whispers. "When Mom died…it was too much. You handled it by drinking; Mark handled it by being with his friends every hour. This is how I handled it." My voice is extremely low, and they both strain to hear it.

"Evna, why didn't you just come to me? I was always here." Anger bubbles up inside me, and I release it. "Because you weren't always here! You drank yourself into a stupor every night, and then the hangover was too much for us to even talk to you the next morning!"

"But I'm here now!" My dad shouts back. I want to reply, but I'm too angry to answer. I storm out of the house, running to the town square.

Simon Fletcher POV (District Seven)

Our escort, Cassandra Bellmont, giggles girlishly, holding her hand over her mouth. Erica always said she was annoying and flighty. I didn't actually know what that means, but I agree anyway.

"Welcome, everyone, to the 450th Annual Hunger Games." Cassandra giggles again, and I hear Erica mumble, "Get on with it!" Cassandra sticks her hand in the glass bowl, and starts to speak again. "The male tribute for this District is…Simon Fletcher!" My eyes widen, and I numbly walk up to the stage, clutching my teddy bear like I could squeeze my freedom out of it. I stand there, stiffly for a few seconds before I burst out crying for my parents. Cassandra calms me down, but I was still shaking when she picks out the girl tribute for District Seven.

Evna Hudson POV (District Seven)

When I see Simon Fletcher standing upon the stage, I almost wanted to cry with him. But I rub the back of my hand against my eyes as I listen. "And now, the tribute that will be walking with sweet little Simon into the arena is…Evna Hudson!" She giggles shrilly, looking for me.

My legs move with their own accord, and I didn't even realize I had step up to the stage. "Well, everyone let's give a big hand for our tributes!" All the people start to clap, but I can tell their hearts weren't in it.

We were walk into the Justice Building, and I'm a little surprised to see my family come in. My dad walks up to me. "You aren't cutting anymore?" He asks warily. I shake my head. Then, he and Mark tackle me in a big hug, and our sobs match the ones that are echoing from next door, of another family wishing fate could have been different.

There is District Seven! District Eight will be up by Monday, so all that's left is to read and tell us your thoughts!

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