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Ashton Barker Jayt. Age 17. District 7.

Last year, on this very day, the Capital took my baby sister from me. At just 12 years old she was reaped then murdered by an ally she trusted. Everyday has felt wrong since Dara died; I no longer have someone to tease, protect from the monsters under her bed (okay, she got over that fear when she was 6 but still…), or walk to school. My job as a big brother was to protect her and I have to live with the fact that I failed. Failure sucks.

I guess that's why I'm still laying in bed even though it is nearly 10 A.M. I'm generally an up-and-at-'em kinda guy but all I have managed to accomplish so far today is staring at the ceiling. I don't even bother to take my eyes off the ceiling when I hear my door creak open. I already know it'll be my Mom or my older sister Fiona; they've been taking turns coming in every few minutes for the past hour.

"Get your ass out of bed, Abs. I know today is a pretty shitty day but that's no excuse to be a lazy bum," I guess I was wrong because that's definitely not my sister nor my Mom. It's my Dad.

I'm a pretty lucky guy. My family is really close but my dad is big on the tough love. He doesn't tolerate moping, which I guess is what I'm doing right now. It's a fairly safe bet that if I'm not outta bed in the next two seconds things are about to get real.

Dang it.

Glade Athalia Mazelon. Age 10. District 7.

"Morning little Princesses, it's time to rise and shine. There is a huge breakfast downstairs ready to be eaten!" I can hear my father chuckling quietly to himself at our reaction to his words. His attempts at waking me up are usually oh-so-easy to ignore but at the mention of food Sylivia and I literally jump out of bed. We are extremely fortunate to be one of the wealthiest families in District 7 but even for us food is never to be wasted.

A gigantic breakfast, a sleepover last night, and I get to wear my favorite green dress today. Despite all the outrage over this year's Quarter Quell today has turned out pretty good for me.

One look at the huge grin across Sylvia's face and I can tell instantly that she is thinking along the same lines as me. I grin back at her but then a sudden wave of guilt wipes all traces of happiness off my face.

Three kids that I may even know are going to leave our district today and more than likely never return. It is okay to enjoy my good fortune because anything else could be viewed as ungrateful but I need to be realistic. Sylvia was allowed to stay the night last night because it could be our last one together, the huge breakfast is incase we become one family member short, and my pretty green dress was only purchased for an occasion that could send me to my death.

I feel a whole lot less cheerful as I begin the long process of getting ready but my newfound realization doesn't stop my tummy from rumbling. I sure am hungry!

Liesel Maya Hayton. Age 13. District 7.

"GOODMORNING sunshine! Wakey, wakey, eggs and bacey! Rise and shine and give God the glory, glory!" I scream as I run up and down the hallway.

Mission accomplished, everyone should be up and at 'em within the next few minutes. If not I can just come up with more clever ways to wake my family up.

Looks like I don't need to use any more imagination this morning. I can already hear someone stomping down the stairs.

"Stupid psycho brat… never gonna get any beauty sleep… it's freakin six in the morning. Damn her," my sister mumbles under her breath.

"I can HEAR you!" I scream in response and then burst into giggles.

I can't help but enjoy annoying Jennilee. She is 16 and thinks she is soooo cool.

I watch in shock as she gives me the finger. I'm so gonna tell Mom once she's downstairs but for now ignoring Jennilee will annoy her the most.

I turn my attention back to the scrambled eggs and French toast I am making. I love to cook but don't get much opportunities. We might not be poor but we are not rich either and big meals are not in the budget.

Except for on Reaping Days and Birthdays; these are considered special occasions.

Ashton Barker Jayt. Age 17. District 7.

I managed to make it to the Reaping a bit early. I guess I gotta give credit for that to my Dad. He harped at me all morning but without him I probably would have been late.

Even though today, sucks hardcore, seeing my friends makes me smile. They are all pretty dressed up for the Reapings; compared to them I look like a bum in my brown trousers, ratty beige polo shirt, and khaki bomber jacket. Willow notices my choice of clothes right away. Most people consider Willow to be a pretty albeit very shy girl but not around us. She is always the first to notice things and doesn't ever hesitate to mention it.

"Dressed to impressed as always Abs," she says with a laugh.

"He just wanted to look good for all the ladies," Frank adds with a smirk.

Oak, another one of my close friends, just laughs. I love my friends, especially on days like today. They always know how to lighten the mood.

"I was running late and just grabbed some stuff off the floor," I say with a genuine smile. I'd usually come up with a more witty response but I'm not exactly on game today.

Willow gives me an awkward sorta smile (girls always read way too far into things) before guiding as all towards the 17's section. She is such a stickler for being on schedule but I have to give her credit. We made it to there in the nick of time. After a few quick nods to some guys I know from the lumber yard and a couple of smiles towards some of my other friends I turn my attention to the stage.

I feel extremely awkward watching our Mayor stumble towards the microphone; he is plastered. I have empathy for the guy. He used to be a pretty decent man especially for being employed by the Capital. He was always as fair as he could be and did everything within his power to help his people (children in particular). Then two years ago his son was Reaped. His son didn't even make it past the bloodbath. Ever since then it's like the Mayor took an extended vacation from reality and it doesn't look like he plans on returning anytime soon.

In a twisted type of way I'm kinda jealous of the man. Jealous and extremely sad for him, such a strange combination.

Liesel Maya Hayton. Age 13. District 7.

I am not looking forward to the Reaping. They are boring with a capital B and I cannot think of a single way (without earning a veryyy severe punishment) to spice them up!

So instead I just poke the other kids around me and then hide. It is sooo funny watching them try to figure out who poked them or see if they bumped anybody. My best friends, Jillana and Querida, just roll their eyes at me. "They can be so blah at times."

I've never exactly paid attention to a reaping so I have no idea what actually happens at them. You'd think after going to 13 of them and countless reruns on TV I'd have a clue, but I don't. I've just gotten pretty good at listening for my name.

Actually that's about the only thing I ever pay attention for. When I hear my name I know I'm either in trouble or something good is about to happen. Today is one of those times though that I'd rather not hear my name and so far I haven't.

So when Jillana pokes me and motions me towards the stage I just stare at her with a dumb look on my face,

"You need to go up there. You got picked," she says as a single tear rolls down her face.

There is only one thing I know for sure right now: I am not going anywhere near that stage. I begin to sob uncontrollably as I run towards the woods surrounding District 7.

There is no way I'm going to be a tribute.

Glade Athalia Mazelon. Age 10. District 7.

I am absolutely stuffed. I don't think I've ever been this full before. Sylvia actually ate so much she threw up! On the bright side I feel a bit less guilty because we managed not to waste a single bite of food, but looking back this most likely wasn't the best idea. I'm so nervous that I feel extremely nauseous and all that food in my stomach is making it much worse.

I am not even calmed by my new dress or my beautiful updo. Both are such rarities that they would but a smile on my face any normal day but today is a truly awful occasion.

Sylvia, on the other hand, is ecstatic. Even though we are best friends most people could easily mistake us for twins. We often even have the same trains of thought but not today. Today I can tell she is focused on our beautiful dresses. They truly are show-stopping. Our mothers' both gave the district seamstress, Pine, a few old garments and then she worked her magic. Our families' couldn't afford new fabric but our dresses look nothing like their origins except for a few threadbare spots that are barely noticeable.

I can see my father as well as Sylvia's father on the stage. They both work with the Mayor but as of late they've been practically doing his job for him.

The Mayor just finished the Treaty of Treason. I can see my father beaming at the Mayor. Last year he only made it halfway through before vomiting; poor guy.

I can't help but laugh as our Escort takes the stage. The guy is dressed head to toe in dark black leather that looks ridiculous especially since he has straw colored hair and gold eyes. I think he got confused about whether or not he wanted to resemble an angel or a demon.

Sylvia and I hold hands and shut our eyes tightly as he beings the reapings. I just keep telling myself to breathe over and over again. I will be okay.

"Glade Athalia Mazelon! It's your lucky day. Come on up!"

This cannot be happening. All I want to do is sob and fall to pieces but I know I cannot do that. I must be strong. With all the strength I can muster I walk calmly towards the stage.

Liesel Maya Hayton. Age 13. District 7.

Everything is fuzzy and I don't feel too great.

My head is throbbing.

I can hear my mom speaking but nothing she says makes any sense at all.

Everything is spinny.

I can't help myself. I begin to vomit.

Scrambled eggs with bacon and cheese.

French toast.

Strawberries.

They don't look so tasty the second time around.

I think I mighta gotten knocked out.

Stupid Peacekeepers.

Everything seems to be turning black.

What is going on?

Glade Athalia Mazelon. Age 10. District 7.

At the sight of my parents all the strength I conjured up earlier completely leaves me. I run towards my mother's arms and begin to sob. I am acting like such a baby. I never act like this. Once I've finally calmed down enough to lift my head from my mother's shoulder I look up; both my mom and dad are crying. I've never seen them cry like this before.

I feel like it's only been a few minutes when the Peacekeeper comes to usher my parents out. My mother leaves without saying a word because she is crying too hard. My father, on the other hand, manages to choke out a simple I love you. I can only respond with more choking sobs.

"Sweetheart, I'm going to give you a few minutes before I send in your next visitor," the Peacekeeper says. His voice is full of pity. I don't like being pitied. I'm not a baby. I give him a meek smile as a response. When he comes back with my next visitor I fully intend on being put together again and by the time Sylvia comes I am.

I manage to give her a smile and I don't even break into tears when I hug her. My goodbye to Sylvia is polar opposite to the one with my parents. Instead of tears we recount all the good memories we've had: countless sleepovers, tree climbing in the lumber yard, and attending fancy dinners together.

By the time Sylvia leaves I have a genuine smile on my face. I've had a good life and I've learned a ton. Maybe, just maybe, I can win this.

Ashton Barker Jayt. Age 17. District 7.

I'd love nothing more then to curl up in my bed for the next eternity and pretend none of this ever happened. I could live in a world where Dara always shook me awake every morning with a smile, our Mayor was a cheery politician, and I didn't have to live with the knowledge that I could be dead within two weeks. At this point in time I'd be extremely happy to hole up in my room for the rest of my life. Screw competitions at the lumberyard, sports, and getting great grades. I'd settle for just being alive but now that is even too much to ask for. It's likely I'll never find a woman I can romance and fall in love with, help create children who call me Daddy, or even work full time in the lumber yard. All my dreams and hopes are gone. I think I should be completely losing it right about now but I'm not. I must be in shock and when reality hits I think it's going to be a huge b*tch.