District 7!

Honor Zale - District 7, 15 years old

"Why do we even have to go tomorrow? Everyone knows none of us are gonna get picked." Moira complained. We were all sitting around her bedroom, dreading having to show up for the reaping tomorrow.

"Exactly. Everyone knows they're just gonna pick one of the little poor kids," Burgundy snarked, "The reaping isn't even the worst part. I hate having to stand next to those sweaty lumber girls."

"It'll be one of them," I echoed hollowly, "Maybe they'll take Janice. She's been looking extra buff lately. Or maybe, Madeiline. She's put a little more on recently." Moira and Burgundy snickered as I threw that comment in at our friend's expense.

"Very funny, Redwood," Madeiline said snidely, "You should just volunteer, since you're such an Amazon." Moira and Burgundy's snickers burst into full on laughter.

"Yeah ok, fatty." I replied with a grin on my face. Madeiline's eyes went wide in sarcasm as I nonchalantly flipped her the bird. I looked up at Moira and Burgundy to find them still laughing uproariously.

"Whatever. What is everyone wearing to the reaping?" I asked.

"I'll probably try out my new dress," Burgundy said over periodic giggles, "It finally came in."

"Really? It's been DAYS since you ordered it." said Moira.

"Mine just came in too," Madeiline said, "Those lazy Six morphlings must be slacking."

"Lucky me," Moira said, "Daddy had to ship it back out to Eight to get it tailored. I was too skinny for it."

"Mine didn't fit either," I joined in, "That gorgeous green one I ordered. I loved it, but Mother said it was too short on me."

"Well that's okay," Madeiline said to me deadpan, "when you volunteer, the stylists in the Capitol will make dresses custom for you." The room exploded into another round of laughter. I tried to laugh along with them.

"Honor, it's okay. They can just recycle the parade costumes from last year," Burgundy giggled, "Although, I'm not sure what they'll do for your interview." The costumes last year were hideous. The stylist had decided it would be a good idea to patchwork different red and orange cloth together to create some sort of redwood costume.

"Mother just ended up buying me a different dress that fits. It's this gorgeous blue number." I continued on through the laughter. Mother and Father could buy me whatever I wanted. Except the one thing I wanted. Why couldn't I buy myself a normal body?

I laughed softly alongside my friends. As much as it hurt me, it was just some light teasing. Though as my three best friends, they should've known how sensitive I was to the subject. It occurred to me that this was how other kids felt when we made fun of them.

You reap what you sow.

Taylor Blackett - District 7, 17 years old

A light in the corner of the warehouse flickered on, off, on again, and then off finally. As I stepped into the ring, the shadows cast throughout the already poorly lit setup stretched to fall over and submerge my opponent. I pulled the wraps on my fists tight as I waited to begin.

Rhix emerged from the shadows in his corner of the ring. He gave me a toothy smile as he pounded his fists together.

"Alright sweetheart, let's get this going," Rhix smirked, "I have better things to do."

My expression did not change as I glowered back at him.

"You gonna say anything?" Rhix started towards me, "No? Alright."

His expression darkened as I failed to respond to his taunts. Another light flickered as the tension in the warehouse became palpable.

"Let's get started." I smiled.

As we stepped towards each other, I saw the anger in Rhix's eyes. He was furious at my lack of reaction. I sized him up. In many ways, he was my opposite. Where I was stocky and built, he was taller with more reach. Where I had black skin covered in tattoos, he had ivory white skin dotted with scars. Where I was collected in this very moment, Rhix's fury could be felt by me along with everyone watching and betting on this fight.

His aggression would be his downfall. As he leaped towards me with a left hook, it gave me the opportunity I needed to get inside his reach.

I took his strike to the jaw, stumbling towards him as I minimized his reach. Once I stepped inside, I delivered a pulverizing strike to his kidney. As he began to retreat, he landed a blow to my nose.

He was too late. I was inside his cage, delivering blow after blow to his face. As he went down, I stayed over him, my dreadlocks shaking as my body rotated.

I heard the ring of the bell as someone jumped in to mediate. I had won by knockout. The crowd was stunned.

I sat down in the ring, blood dripping from my nose, as the rest of my gang celebrated around me.

"Our payout's going to be enough to buy a wholeee load of product," my friend Konrad whispered to me slyly, then continued, "That kid has never been beaten. How the hell did you pull that off?!"

I just smiled wryly. I stood up and stretched out as I put my arm over Konrad's shoulder.

"How 'bout we round up the boys and have a little fun tonight?"

Honor - She's very tall! She has long, curly brown hair, with rosy cheeks and a large forehead.

Taylor - He's average height, and is very muscular and stocky. He's black and has tattoos running up and down his arms. His hair is done in long dreadlocks.

I still have a few slots left, so please submit, we are almost almost there. These will continue to roll out, though.

SuperMarioGrayson, I see you in my reviews. I'm not sure why, but somehow I'm not seeing your submission. I've sent you multiple PMs about it but I'm not sure if you're not seeing them or... In any case I decided that this would be the last place to try and contact you. I know you want the 5 female and I will try to reserve her for you.