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Here are the district 7 pre-reapings and reapings

Yours truly, Aspen Fae

POV: Carlie Mayzie – pre-reaping

I was walking down the street, the fresh cheese I hand just bought in hand, constantly checking over my shoulder. I half expected Derrick to appear out of nowhere and chew me out for being here. He always hated it when I visited the "bad" part of town, especially without him there to "protect me." lost in my thoughts I ran right in to a brick wall.

"Damn it!" I said bending down to pick up the dropped parcel when my hand met another.

"Shit!" I swore. I drew back my hand and stood up here I met Derrick's eyes. He smiled at me in his cocky yet caring way. Love danced in his blue eyes but was occasionally clouded by something... dark. Something sinister. He looked good, the crisp white shirt flattering agent his tan skin and making a good set off for this sandy blond hair. He smelt fresh like wild flowing streams and the first rays of sun just peeking over the woodlands, but also accompanied by darkness threatening to swallow the tiny rays of light the at shone persistently through. He made my heart flutter uneasily and I wondered why I actually cared for him. He was strange always cocky, with a chip on his shoulder, but occasionally he'd let me in and i could see the happy, lighthearted boy I fell in love with but then he'd put up a wall and push me away. I pushed down my thoughts as he smiled at me.

"Funny finding you here. I thought I had specifically told you not to come here." He tried to hook an arm around my shoulder but I ducked him and stepped backward ending up against the wall.

Crap, crap, crap. How could I have gotten trapped? i thought. He turned around and studied me for a second and then he noticed my outfit and the simple necklace I was wearing. He put an arm on the wall next to me and then leaned in and i felt his breath against my ear. I cringed as he spoke expecting harsh words but what he said made my heart soar and me smile.

"You look beautiful."

POV: Derrick Smokewood – pre-reaping

I looked around as I walked through the streets of the slums of the district. The smells were...interesting but I wasn't here for the sights or the...unique things that could be found here. i sighed I frustration. I had been looking for her for at least an hour and I was about to give up when I heard a familiar 'damn it!' smiling I turned the corner and picked up the parcel she had dropped just seconds before she did.

"Shit!" she swore. She pulled he hand back and I smiled crookedly at her.

"Funny finding you here. I thought I had specifically told you not to come here." I said. I tried to get an arm around her but she ducked, trapping herself in the corner. I looked at her again and saw she was wearing her mother's light blue sundress and a sun shaped golden necklace. It was tiny but very flattering to her. I leaned in and she cringed making me smile. And then I said something strange for me.

"You look beautiful."

POV: Carlie Mayzie - Reaping

I quickly ran down to the large plaza, jumping into line for sing in. I couldn't help but look around for derrick. His complement had made my heart soar and I was giddy until it was my turn for sign in. this year I didn't flinch when they pricked my finger and I couldn't help but notice what a beautiful day it was. I was let go and I ran into the crowd and I saw derrick with his friends on the other side of crowd. Someone cleared their throat loudly and we all looked up.

"Hello to all of you, bright young boys and girls. Today is a grand one. The 250th annual hunger games. Oh! Don't you just love it?" The crowd was silent. With the sun in our eyes we really couldn't see her, except for her bright orange hair. We all pain staking sat through the film as our hearts raced at the thought of it might be us.

"Now for the lovely young girl who will represent us in the games." The lady made a big show of drawing out a name. She opened it up and what she said froze my heart.

"Carlie Mayzie." The crowd parted around me and I walked up the the stage in silent shock. Then she smiled.

"Now for the-"

"I volunteer!" my stomach did summersaults as the one thing, or person, that could make this any worse climbed up on to the stage.

"My name is derrick Smokewood. And I volunteer as tribute."

POV: Derrick Smokewood – reapings

I walked past the crowds after I was signed in and met up with my friends. We all laughed at the thought of the escort. She would probrobly be pink eyes and orange hair. Any way that was my bet. When she stepped on the stage I laughed even harder. She silver skinned with pink eyes and long orange hair. She wore an orange and pink French maids costume with long sleeves and orange pumps.

"Hello to all of you, bright young boys and girls. Today is a grand one. The 250th annual hunger games. Oh! Don't you just love it?" The crowd was silent. We all pain staking sat through the film as our hearts raced at the thought of it might be us.

"Now for the lovely young girl who will represent us in the games." The lady made a big show of drawing out a name. She opened it up and what she said made me smile.

"Carlie Mayzie." I smiled as she walked up onto the stage. She was pale and looked like she was going to throw up or burst into tears. Then I got an idea.

"Now for the-"

I jumped and raised my hand as I screamed out the boldest thing I had ever said.

"I volunteer as tribute!" I ran out and on to the stage.

"My name is derrick Smokewood and I volunteer as tribute.