Not the longest but I didn't really know what scene to write for these two. On the bright side, I HAVE ALL THE TRIBUTES NOW! The District 11 male was submitted last night. I can't wait to get all the reapings wrapped up and onto the Pre-Games stuff. Sponsor system will be announced at the end of the reapings. I also have a cool thing planned for when the bloodbath comes out. I would say surprise but you might not like it. If I keep to the plan, we should be at the bloodbath in about two weeks. Fingers crossed. But anyway, DISTRICT SEVEN!.

Sabrina cole POV:

I plucked a daisy from the ground and spun it round in my fingers, watching the sun glisten off it's dew covered petals. The clear blue sky moved silently above me as multicolored birds soared through the lumber yard, catching small bugs that hid in the grass.

I sighed, leaning back, placing my hand in the thick grass behind me while holding the daisy closer to my face.

"Why are you not working?" a voice asked, if it wasn't so soft and innocent, I would have thought it was a Peacekeeper. I glanced up from my daisy to see a small girl looked down at me, her blue eyes looking behind me.

I followed her gaze towards the large forest behind me, the sound of axe and wood chippers faint. I would escape work and seek refuge in the small field near the fence, leaving the lumber yard far in the distance. Very few people came this way and the one's that did, left me alone so I was never found out.

"Taking a break," I replied, sitting up straight. "You?" The girl looked around until she found a medium sized branch and pointed it towards me.

"Firewood," She squeaked, "It's cheaper than buying it," I couldn't argue with that, for a lumber District, wood was still overpriced. I watched her scurry around the outskirts of the tree's, picking up the odd branch up, before running back to a large backpack and placing them inside. She was intriguing.

"What is your name?" I asked, cocking my head to the side as I watched the small girl sling the heavy back over her shoulders, turning back to me.

"Jessalyn, you?" She asked, tugging at a leaf that was poking out of her bag. I pulled my knife from my boot and walked over to her, a warm smile on my face.

"Sabrina, here you go," I laughed, cutting off any branches they stuck out of her bag. When I wasn't cutting lumber, I practiced with my knife. My biggest fear was that I would one day be reaped, at least I knew I wouldn't be out of the Game straight away.

Jessalyn thanked me, before sneaking off into the thickness of the trees and back to whoever needed the fire.

River Phoenix POV

I scowled at my sister, Jessalyn who placed some wood she has collected into the fire. Most of it wasn't much good, being too small keep the fire going. I let her use them anyway, though, it was better than nothing.

"You shouldn't have done that, Jess," I sighed, my dark haired little sister turning to me, hurt in her eyes.

"But we needed wood-"

"We can buy it, it isn't worth you risking your life, do you understand what they will do to you if they catch you?" I questioned. She bowed her head in shame and gave a nod, making myself feel bad. I didn't mean to seem mean and ungrateful but some wood wasn't worth risking her little life. Wood was one of the few things we could afford.

My older sister Arielle shifted awkwardly in the chair across from me at the mention of wood. She couldn't look me in the eyes anymore. Everytime she looked in them, she saw that day, the way the small tree fell on me. It was so small, no one thought it would have done the damage it did but I guess anything could be dangerous if used right. Now here I was, a brace on my back, my movements restricted.

I told my sister, time and time again, it wasn't her fault, she couldn't have done anything. It upset me that she blamed herself for something that couldn't be changed. She even left the lumber yard and took up a job at a wood chopping factory. All because of the way she cut a tree. It wasn't her, it was just a terrible mistake.

I just hope that one day, she would realize that if anything, it was my fault. I chose to stand under the tree when I knew she was cutting it down, fooled by it's size. I accepted that years and I just wanted her to feel the same way.