Hello, this is our first reaping we are going to Wiehed, which is Englands equivalent to District One. Reaping chapters will show you the tribute on the day they are reaped and when they are being transported to Panem. They don't have Peacekeepers in England, they have soldiers. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter, I do still have some more spaces. Down below you shall find a list of the English Districts and their Panem equivalents. Enjoy.

Dark Pink: (Sebgha, Seh-ba) District 7

Light Pink: (Wiehed, Wee-het) District 1

Dark Blue: (Tnax, T-narsh) District 12

Light Blue: (Ghaxra, Arr-sha) District 10

Turquoise: (Tnejn, Nane) District 2

Green: (Tmienja, T-mean-e-a) District 8

Purple: (Disgha, Dis-ha) District 9

Yellow: (Erbgha, Ear-Bough) District 4

Yellow/Orange: (Hdax, H-darsh) District 11

Light Orange: (Hamsa, Ham-sa) District 5

Dark Orange: (Sitta, Sit-a) District 6

Red: (Tlieta, Clee-ta) District 3

Wiehed (District One), Day of the Reaping.

Margaret Woodby sat on the stone, perimeter wall that separated her house from the sprawling land around her. A few miles away, the sound of the diamond mines could be heard echoing through the land, day and night. However, over the years, Margaret had become used the constant low rumble. So much so that she was now able to continue with her work without becoming too agitated.

She lived in a small, three bedroomed house nestled in a valley. It was built by her family in a remote part of the District where they could live peacefully. In England, you were free to set up your home anywhere as long as it was in the District. Most people opted to stay in the towns, being close to people and goods. There were four towns in Wiehed, Isfar, Ahmar, Ahdar and Kannella, each town specialising in a different craft in the Luxury industry. Isfar was the town closest to where Margaret and her siblings lived and it specialised in the mining of precious stones. However, Margaret was born into the town of Kannella, where jewellery was made. Although she moved away when she was very young, her mother and father taught her the trade. She didn't have diamonds or gold to work with but she still managed to scrape a living.

The hills around her were full of clay so every morning, she and her siblings would make the journey to dig large clumps of it out and mould it between her fingers to make small, clay balls. Once they were solid, she would paint them with the juice from berries, giving them a unique, vibrant colour. They were not as precious as most of the jewellery made in Wiehed but they proved and proved to be popular with children who would save up their pocket money for months to buy a one with multicoloured beads that spelt out her name. It brought a little extra into the family, along with the money her siblings Malachi, Rose, Peter and Nicholas earned from the mines, and she loved bringing the smile to a child's face.

By the foot of the wall, her youngest siblings, Caleb, Agnes, Veronica and Gideon, sat quietly as they moulded the clay into beads like their eldest sister. Gideon, only three years old, stuck out his tongue in concentration as he squashed Veronica's beads as quick as she could make them. "Maggie!" Veronica whined, throwing her lump of clay at the giggling Gideon, her lips forming a tight pout. Margaret opened her mouth to speak when a dark haired, middle aged woman leant into view, a large smile on her face.

"Which ones are yours?" she asked cheerfully, a small wicker basket balanced on her shoulder and she placed her forearms on the wall.

"Oh just the smallest, little Gideon," she lied, "the others are my brother's children," the children looked away and focused on their work while the woman smiled at them. Margaret's body shook as the woman silently look at them, ingraining each one in her memory. She kept her green eyes trained on the woman, brown eyes moving away from the children and focusing on the house instead. She looked at the three faces that appeared at the window, the small faces of Lucy, Elizabeth and Jane. When the young girls saw the woman smiling at them, they ducked out of sight. "They are my cousins, not the bravest of people," Margaret laughed nervously. The short woman just hummed in response.

"And you all live in there?"

"Yes,"

"Can I see-"

"No!" Margaret snapped, causing the woman to jump and drop her basket to the floor. The basket tumbled, the blanket on top becoming untucked and a large clump of clay falling out. Only then did the girl realise what she had done. She lowered herself from the wall, folded up the blanket that had been covering her legs and stomach and waddled over to the basket. She held her back as she tried to bend down to pick up the mess she had caused but the woman quickly interjected, gently pushing her back and continued to pick it up herself.

Margaret rubbed her enlarged stomach as she watched with guilty eyes. She could feel her daughter doing summer salts in protest to her attempt to help. "I am sorry, it's just, my parents say I am not allowed to let strangers past the wall," she said sullenly. The woman didn't answer but when she went to go repeat herself, the woman picked up her basket of clay and turned to smile at her once more.

"It is okay, hun, I was the same when I was pregnant...all worth it when you get to hold the little one in your arms, right?" Margaret gave a nod and a chuckle in reply as the woman wished her luck and started her walk back to her home. The truth was, Margaret would not know. She had never held her own child in her arms before and she didn't know the pain of childbirth or the joys of being a mother. Sure, Gideon and Agnes were more like her children than siblings but she was willing to bet it was not the same and carrying a child for nine months and watching them grow. The woman seemed kind and she wanted to confide in her but she never would be able to.

With her mother and father gone, arrested for breaking the three child limit, Margaret was alone in this pregnancy. Her siblings tried to help but there was only so much children could do in her situation. She went seeking help from the child's father, a young merchant, even if all she received was emotional support. She wasn't sure what she expected but she did not expect Nathaniel's reaction. He smiled and sat her down, took a deep breath and told the tall girl that although he was happy for her, knowing she would be a great mother, he was not ready to be a father and for that reason, never wanted to see her again.

Margaret put on a brave face at first and in front of her siblings and kept it until she had blown out the candles and settled into bed. There, in the dark among her sisters, she tossed and turned, tears silently rolling down her face as she clutched her stomach in grief. She trusted Nathaniel more than anyone outside of her family. She told him the secret about her siblings and how her parents were executed for having more than three children. He was her best friend in the world and now he was gone, all because she was careless enough to get pregnant. She told herself it was her fault, that if she had just been more careful, he would have never ran away. In fact, for the first three months, she resented the child's existence but when she felt the first stirring of life in her stomach, she knew she didn't have it in her heart to hate her little girl. She was not sure what gender it was but she had a feeling it was a little girl. All the old wives tales pointed to it and Margaret just had a feeling, mother's intuition.

However, as if being a single mother was not hard enough, she was constantly on guard for people snooping around and Soldiers who might be lurking, waiting to take her siblings away and put them in the District orphanage. So when she spotted the group of Soldiers marching up the alley, she springs into action, nine months pregnant or not.

"Get inside and hide," she said to her group of siblings who did not even attempt to protest, not after what happened to their mother and father. Once the children were inside the house, she stood up and walked over to the army of Soldiers, her hands in the air, her swollen ankles and not able to go any faster due to the pain in her lower back. The front two Soldiers dropped to the floor and aimed the guns, Margaret coming to a holt. She stood there, frozen as she prayed her siblings would find hiding places, weather it be in wardrobes or under the floorboards.

A tall, stocky Soldiers stepped forwards and took off his helmet, revealing the battered face of a greying, middle-aged man. "Margaret Hazel Woodby?" he asked, holding his head high. The strawberry blonde gave a small nod as she watched the man's blue eyes drift down to her stomach, his eyes shining with sadness. He then noticed her looking and cleared his throat. "Miss Woodby, I am pleased to announce that you have been selected to take part in The Hunger Games," The final three words confused the pale girl as she searched in her memory for such a Games.

"What are they-"

"No time to explain I am afraid ma'am, you should be back in under a month...is there anyone you wish to say goodbye to?" he asked, his voice laced with concern. Margaret thought back to her frightened siblings who were waited for her return. If she was gone for a month, she wanted to say goodbye. However, the longer she kept them here, the more chance there would be of one of the younger siblings slipping up, maybe poking their head out of the window. She also did not want to put them in danger so she shook her head and allowed them to lead her away.

She planned to run away when their backs were turned. However, not long after she accepted the invitation, they handcuffed her and forcefully lead her through the town. "What about my child?...how long will these games be?" she asked as they marched her through, citizens gasping, asking if they were really going to send her as she was loaded onto the large, black steam train. Her questions seemed to fluster the man as beads of sweat rolled down his face.

"Erm, well the Game will only last twenty-four hours, it will be over very quickly...I can promise that your daughter will be safe...I don't know anything else," he choked, tears forming in his eyes. The truth was, he knew all about The Hunger Games but how do you tell a heavily pregnant girl that she was going into a game where the only rule was to kill or be killed and it was likely both her and her child would never make it back to Wiehed. He just didn't have the heart. However, when the train pulled away, he regretted not telling the young girl what she was in for.

Erbgha, first day of travel

By the time Margaret's train had come to a holt, she had been sat down for hours and stopped five times, making her legs numb and shaky. An attendant on the train helped her down to the platform and transferred her to company to two soldiers, dressed in bright red outfits. Around her was boats of all sizes stood still at crumbling, wooden docking stations as men dressed in thick woolen jumpers with a waterproof coat either carried fish from below deck or watched with infatuation as Margaret and a few other children walked away from the large steam train and towards the cargo ship.

"Where are we?" a averaged height, muscular males with dark brown eyes and brown hair asked as he walked beside Margaret. The soldiers ignored the young male, much to his frustration. "Well, I believe we are at-"

"Welcome to Erbgha!" a beautiful brown haired girl cheered, clapping her hands together with excitement. The male visibly deflated, his back arching and a small point playing on his lips.

"Yeah, I knew that, lanky-"

"It's Ellie, Ellie Caver, and you are?" she asked the male and the group of people he was stood with.

"Why should we tell you?" a male seethed, crossing his arms in an attempt to look intimidating. However, his height did that for him.

"Because you are in my home District, that's why," Ellie laughed, a slight blush forming on her cheeks. The tall male went to speak again when a young girl jumped in front of him, a large smile on her face.

"Hi, I am Syra Anderson from Tnax!" the dark skinned girl cheered, her brown eyes full of excitement. A sly grin on her face when Ellie clapped for her enthusiasm.

"You don't just start telling people your name-" the male muttered but was quickly interrupted by Margret.

"I am Margaret Hazel Woodby from Wiehed-"

"I am Halien Zalix of Sebgha, pleased to meet you-"

"Fine!" the male screamed, uncrossing his arms and stomping his foot into the dirt. "I am Saxon Jones, it isn't very nice to meet you," he growled, like a child who had just been forced to admit he was wrong. I bet you're fun at parties, Margret thought as the soldiers behind them pushed them forward towards the cargo ship.

Once they were boarded, a few soldiers who were dressed in sailor's clothes, something Ellie had informed her visitors was a common thing there, escorted them to a large, green, container. Painted on the corrugated metal was a large circle with a small circle in the middle that held a solid bird silhouette with it's wings outspread. Above that, in the larger circle was the word 'Capitol'. However, none of the children were given much time to gawk at the artwork as they were quickly ushered into the large, dimly lit container.

The inside looked more like an air raid shelter with the part closest to the door holding six sets of bunk beds, three either side. Near the end were two, inbuilt benches on either side of the wall. At the other end of the room was a small, projected TV that had the same symbol that was spray painted on the side spining around. Inside, six other children had already started to claim their bunks, none of them having much when it came to stuff. In fact, everyone had some sort of backpack so Margaret just assumed they had collected them when they went to say goodbye.

Once they were safely in, the soldiers closed the doors, casting them in darkness for a few seconds until a dim, orange light flickered to life above them. At the same time, the projected screen sparked to life the seal fading into the face of a good looking, blonde haired man. He smiled a charming smile as the children slowly walked towards the screen. Some stayed on their bed while others jumped off.

"Hello tributes, first off congratulations on being chosen to partake in this years Hunger Games!" the young man cheered, throwing his hands up to the side as streamers filled the screen from either side of him. Margaret smiled as she looked over to Ellie who was trying not to laugh at the stupidity of the situation. Hailen looked confused, Syra looked uninterested and Bexter just looked angry. "I am Luxen Valor, this year's host, and a good looking one at that," he gave a wink, a sparkle appearing in the corner of his right eye. "Now, you most likely want me to tell you why you are here, right?"

"Would be nice," Saxon sighed, placing his bag down and sitting on the bottom bunk closest to the door. The girl above him looked down and frowned.

"Well I can't tell you the specifics at the moment but let me assure you, the victor will have everything they desire and more, now isn't that worth fighting for? Good luck my tributes and I look forward to checking in with you tomorrow," and with that, the blonde male vanished, once again being replaced with the strange seal.

"Is that it?" Saxon laughed, "Is that honestly it?" he looked around the room but everyone else avoided his gaze. "I deserve to know more!" he roared throwing his bag against the metal wall in frustration.

"And we don't?" Syra grumbled, wincing at the sound.

"Yeah dude, we are in the same boat-"

"Litteryly," Ellie added to Halien, her eyes glazed over, clearly as frustrated as all of them.

Saxon looked around for support but no one seemed to be giving it so with a huff, he slammed the back of his head into his pillow, looking up at the bottom of the top bunk. "Fine, but I am taking this bunk-"

"You do that," Syra sighed, climbing the set of ladders next to Margaret and collapsing on the top bunk. Margaret took the one underneath, holding her stomach so she could feel her daughter kick, reminding her she was not alone. If what the soldier back home said was true, she would be back in no time. And at least the people she had to spend it with where nice. Maybe it wasn't going to be so bad after all.