Willow Anderson POV, 12, D7F

I pick up the pocketknife and throw it at the target again. It's the only thing I have from my father, all

the way from when I was left at the care home. All I had was a blanket, a ring, a knife, and a note. It

asked the care home to take me in as Willow Anderson. It told the caretakers that the knife was

from my father, and the ring was from my mother. I keep the ring in a small box hidden in the hole of

a tree. I only take it out for reaping days for good luck.

If I'm being honest, life at the care home isn't too bad. I've heard it can be bad in other districts, but

not here. I'm near the square, and the care home is funded by the Capitol, so I always have food. I

even get a little training in case I get reaped for the Hunger Games. The caregivers are from the

Capitol, but they don't have any body modifications.

Lina, my favorite caregiver, is so pretty that she doesn't need any. It doesn't really matter to her

though. She only cares about taking care of the little kids, sneaking the older kids food, and the

Hunger games. She watches the Capitol News Network all the time to catch up on Victor gossip,

and what happens back home.

She's so weird about it sometimes. She thinks that Crazy Cresta and Finnick Odair are in love.

Finnick seems like he could never be a good partner, what with all of his lovers in the Capitol. And

Annie is straight up cuckoo!

But the really crazy theory of hers is that I'm the long lost daughter of one of our district's most

popular victors, Johanna Mason. Though we do look alike, it's probably just a coincidence, like my

friend Daisy and I always tell her. Oh well, I guess that's the Capitol part in her, loving juicy gossip

and lots of plot twists.
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Sequoia Douglas POV, 16, D7F

After my shift is done, I hurry home, and wash the sawdust out of my hair. I worked a graveyard

shift last night, hauling around long rolls of paper, loading them onto trucks. The rolls were long and

white, so pure and beautiful. You could make a million paper birds out of one, and thousand

beautiful dresses out of them. Even though we are poor, Mama always taught us to look nice, and

have an appreciation for the beautiful things. After all, we don't get to see many pretty things.I hide

my nice clothes under a floor board, in a hatbox that the escort lost. It holds a blue dress, and my

favorite thing in the whole world, a gold necklace. The escort is forgetful, and she always leaves

something. When I was five, I found the necklace. A simple gold chain with a silver star. It wasn't

important to the escort, but it is to me, and I wear it every Reaping Day. It keeps me safe, and

every night I look up at the stars and dream. I dream of the glittering Capitol. I dream of a life

without having to worry about the Hunger Games, but watching them and drinking a glass of

champagne. I dream of becoming a stylist and all my designs being broadcasted live on TV. I dream

that I can escape District 7. And my wish came true.

(Sort of.)
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So there you have it! District 7 females! I will be updating more often now because of the quarantine ( I have literally nothing to do). Make sure to social distance and was your hands! Stay safe and don't forget to review!

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