Sorry I didn't give much info on Bucket! I promise to explain more in good time :) Also, go ahead and check out Safiyax's 45th Hunger Games SYOT! Plenty of open space! Also, for Aurora Mae, I can't find the PM with her. So, I'm not having her POV. She will still be Reaped, but I won't have her POV. If you submitted her, PM me and I'll write another chapter through her POV. I need this PM by the District 6 train rides, or I will just make up everything about her. Anyways, with that out of the way, enjoy!

Woodley Forrester's POV

The sun shot at my eyes as I walked towards the square. I was not used to this. I don't like the town, I prefer the cool darkness of the forest. I've lived in the forest pretty much my whole life, my mom dying from a drug overdose when I was four. My dad died pretty recently from cancer, but I try not to think of it. Much.

"Woodley!" A feminine voice cried. I quickly turned. "Why'd you leave without me?"

I shrugged, "You weren't there."

"Then you try at least looking for me!" May hollered. Then she saw the humored look on my face, and she calmed down. "Anyways, don't do it again."

I have to say, it's hard to stay mad at a girl who looks like the opposite of who she is. Usually, she just wears a green tee and dark pants with hiking boots, her jet black hair in a high ponytail. But not today. She actually looked miserable in her Reaping outfit. She was wearing a white sundress, black denim jacket, and black flats. Her knotted, leaf and stick infested hair was shiny and in a wavy side ponytail. However, her brown eyes managed to keep her kind personality.

"Let's just go," I muttered.

"Lead the way."

"So," I began. "Are you going to volunteer?"

"Heavens no!" May cried. "Only if some poor little twelve year old got reaped. I kinda like it here."

I let out a sigh. We have this conversation almost every day. May is so good with all things self-defense, and can master almost any weapon in under an hour. I keep telling her every day that she should volunteer. If I know her, she would win for sure.

"Maybe if you ask Green, he will," May offered.

"No. Way," I responded, slightly disgusted. "He may be your twin brother, but he couldn't wield a knife if he tried!"

I quickly let the Peacekeeper take my blood, then May and I discussed things in the forest.

"Is your nose doing okay?" She asked me, genuine concern in her voice.

"I told you a million times!" I cried. "That was two YEARS ago! It's just a scar now."

"I'm still worried about you," She snapped. Then, the bells struck two, and we had to go to our sections.

Saved by the bell, literally.

Our escort, Agnes Chase, stepped up to the mic. Her platinum dyed hair was in a curly mess, her crystal blue eyes gleaming with delight.

"Welcome, welcome District 7!" She exclaimed. "Are you all ready for this year's Reaping?"

Silence.

"I know I am!" She called. "Well, as usual, ladies first!"

She walked over to the ladies Reaping ball, and pulled out a slip.

"Aurora Mae Flemmen!" She called out.

A tall girl walked into the street, and walked on stage. She looked nice enough.

"Okay, onto the boys!" Agnes exclaimed, reaching into the boy's bowl. "Parker Stennet!"

Wait, Parker? Parker. The Parker. The Parker everyone knew for his mental illnesses. How is nobody volunteering? How? Did everyone want this poor kid to DIE on LIVE TV!? What the %*#(%! Pardon me. I gathered all my strength, and did what I knew would be right.

"I VOLUNTEER AS TRIBUTE!" I screamed, running out of the 17 square. Everyone was startled as I ran up to the stage. I took the mic from Agnes. "I'm Woodley Forrester," I spoke, then handed the mic back to Agnes.

"Our tributes for District 7!"

Justice Building

I sat alone in the room, my eyes darting every which way. What just happened? What would have happened? Would Parker have survived? Will I survive? The door creaked open, and I looked up.

"Woodley!" May cried, running in and giving me a big hug. "I know why you did it, and I'm so proud of you! If Parker was a girl, I would've done the same!"

She began to cry as she let go and just sat next to me. I stared at my other visitor, Green. May's twin brother wasn't as nice, and not as understanding. Worst of all? Most sarcastic person I know.

"So, volunteered, huh?" Green asked, rolling his green eyes. I pushed my brown hair out of my eyes, and scowled at him.

"I see you didn't," I scowled. "Why?"

"Not worth it."

"Not WORTH IT!?" I screamed, and would've lunged at him if May didn't hold me down. She smiled.

"Woodley, good luck!" She told me. She suddenly got a gleam in her eyes, and pulled out a stick.

"What's this?" I asked.

"A stick from the tree that cut you!" She exclaimed. "Want it as your token?"

"Absolutely NOT!"

May and I laughed, until the Peacekeeper ushered them out. I wasn't expecting anyone else, so I was surprised when Parker and his mom walked in. I knew Parker a bit, since he used to be my neighbor until I disappeared into the woods full-time. But, that said, I didn't know him that personally.

"Thanks," I heard Parker whisper, rocking back and forth on his feet, his eyes already looming away.

"I'm sorry," His mom whispered. "I don't want you to go, I don't want anyone to go, but I'm proud of you for volunteering anyways." She flashed me a smile. "I'll let you know, I'm rooting for you."