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Eoghan Keith Coutts

District 7, 17, Male

5 weeks before the reaping...

I slowly pull the door open and take a peek out my bedroom. The coast is clear, 7 years of doing this and I am still nervous as hell of my parents finding out. I shake at the thought and tiptoe down the stairs, slowly making my way to the basement door. I open it slowly and I'm taken back by the cold, it gets me every time.

Finally, I make it down and I see her. Her caramel brown hair wrapped around her face, attempting to keep her warm. "Samara!" I whisper-shout and she answers back,
"Eoghan?" Her voice is raspy and I hurry under the covers to hug her and give her all my heat. I don't remember sleeping in my warm bed and getting a goodnight sleep. I don't know if I could ever do it knowing she was down here freezing to death. That thought lingers in my mind as I fall asleep - still giving her all the warmth I can.

I wake up late this morning and hurry Samara out of bed. Oh shoot, my parents are going to be awake. We rush up the stairs and they are sitting on the table eating their breakfast.

"Eoghan, what the hell were you doing with the servant?" My Father questions, obviously suspicious.
"Just waking her up Father. I am going to the bakery and I needed her to carry my goods." I reply casually and Samara stays behind me. He goes back to his breakfast and I assume that means he's bought it. "Now go get ready." I tell Samara as I walk up to my room and get into some suitable clothes, joggers and a white tee, and of course my signature black beanie. I like it because it fits with my light brown hair and feels incredibly comfy.

I walk downstairs and Samara is standing at the bottom of the stairs. She has grey tattered joggers and an ugly stained jumped, if she had nice clothes she would be prettier but she is pretty. We head out the door and I wave bye to my parents, we walk straight ahead until we see the woods. We run for them as fast as we can and I take the traps out of my basket that my parents assumed was for shopping.

We walk and talk, placing traps and emptying previous traps we have placed. 2 rabbits, that's it, what a bad day. Suddenly, I hear a shout, "Hey! Get out of here, you kids aren't allowed in here." I see a man running towards us and take one look at Samara, we run and run.

Finally, we come to a stop and start to giggle and then we start to laugh. We fall on the floor laughing and crying, rolling around. Suddenly, I come eye to eye with her we kind of lay there for a while and then she kisses me. I don't want to stop, everything felt so perfect yet I knew my parents would hate it.

Samara Hazel Hollins

District 7, 16, Female

7 years before the reaping...

My brother begins to shake and my Father stands up almost immediately. "Oh no. It's happening again." My Father says and he rushes out the door. I follow him, closing the door behind me, and he runs all the way to the lumber yards. I can barely keep up and arrive 5 minutes after him, I go inside the building and he is crying. Why is he crying?

"Anything?" A lady asks and my Father replies,

"Yes, please just 2 loaves of bread!" My Father is on his knees, begging and helpless.

"Well how about her?" She asks and nods my way. My Father turns to see me and tears start to flow down his eyes.

"Samara? Come here, sweetie." He says, surprised and upset. I walk over, sobbing and I don't know why. Why is my Dad crying? What is happening to my brother? "Why are you crying? It's okay." He says comforting me.

"Well? Yes or no?" She asks, narrowing her eyes at my Father.
"

Samara. You are going to live with Mrs Coutts and help her for a while, okay?" My Dad says asking me a question but I know I have no choice so I just nod.

My Father takes his bread and leaves, kissing me goodbye. Then Mrs Coutts begins to push me out of the door and drags me to her house, shouting insulting things at me. Finally, we arrive at her house and I am greeted to twin brothers: Eoghan and Oaken. Immediately, I notice Oaken is the favourite child as he is kissed and hugged by his mother while Eoghan gets an awkward hug. I understand what he is feeling as my older brother was always more the favourite for my Dad and as for my Mother well she doesn't speak anymore.

I am introduced to my bedroom or the basement and Eoghan says, "Mom, why can't she sleep in the guest room?"
"She is a servant not a guest Eoghan." Mrs Coutts says almost angrily and I realise why my dad sent me here. My dad sold me, to him I am worth 2 loaves of bread. I am nothing to everyone.

Trying to make longer POV's. I really enjoyed writing these 2 thanks to curiousclove for them!

Who do you prefer?
Who will last longer?
Does either of them have a chance to be victor?

District 8 coming soon!