And here they are as promised! enjoy and review :)

William Kilmurray POV

"TIMBUUUUUUR!" calls the foreman as the massive pine native to District 7 comes crashing down. I can see everyone in the path of the falling tree scatter, but I'm a far distance away safely observing. My job is yet to come.

I really love working in District 7. Everyone has a certain responsibility and everyone works together to achieve the common goal. Firstly there's the climbing crew, they scale the trees and tie ropes at strategic places around the trunk. My twin sister Megan is a Climber, one of the best actually. She's usually the one who attaches the highest rope on the tree. Next it's up to the 'Chippers' as we call them – because they chew through wood like chipmunks – to take their massive axes and start hacking at the base of the trunk. One they're about halfway through, everyone moves back for the Tuggers. These guys hold onto the ropes fastened by the climbers and pull, trying to get the tree to topple in a particular direction. Mostly this is so we can control where the tree falls rather than it accidentally falling and crushing someone, which actually used to happen more often than you might think. Then the Choppers come in. They're kinda like the Chippers, only they have smaller axes designed to chop the tree up into smaller pieces for us, the Walkers, to carry it back to the lumber mill. Being a walker is much harder work than people give us credit for. My brother always makes fun of me, saying it's because I'm not strong enough to be a Chopper like him. Give me a break though, I'm only 14 and most people my age are climbers. I'm Walking with 16-18 year olds. Matt is 21 so obviously he's matured and muscled enough to be a Chopper, but only the veteran lumberjacks are Chippers.

I collect a long, thick branch from my brother and carry it over both my shoulders. I figured out when I first started that this was the easiest way to carry the wood, especially considering the mill is so far away. Suddenly Megan appears by my side with a smaller piece of wood. "What are you doing?" I ask her curiously. This is the first time I've seen Megan Walking with us. Most Walkers are guys; we leave the Climbing to the girls.

"Well because today is Reaping day we're all getting let off early, but because the tree just came down it's all hands on deck to get the wood back to the mill before we have to head over."

That makes sense actually. Megan and I fill the time going back to the mill just talking about random stuff. As twins we're pretty deeply connected. Sometimes when she scrapes her knee I can 'feel' it. Like, not any pain, but it's like I know that she's hurt herself. She's told me that she experiences a similar thing when I get hurt. Mum even took a day off work to get us checked out at the doctor's to see if there was something was wrong with us. Tests were inconclusive but the doctor assured my mum that we were perfectly fine and that this phenomenon happens sometimes especially if the siblings are close. Mum was just paranoid. She's pretty protective of us kids even though she's rarely at home because she and dad work all the time.

The reason Megan and I are 7 years younger than Matt is because my parents have had a horrible history with having kids. I don't know the specifics, but apparently it's very difficult for my mum to conceive naturally. She thought that Matt was going to be her only child, so when we came along she spoiled and cherished us as much as she could. We didn't understand then, but because she would always give us what we wanted, our family became poorer and poorer. Matt was too old for tesserae but Megan and I weren't. On my twelfth birthday I signed up for tesserae. My parents pushed us all to work even harder that year so that it wouldn't happen the next year, thankfully we had enough to keep us all afloat so I didn't have to take the tesserae again, but we all realised that the only way to maintain the lifestyle for all of us to work. So that's what we did, and continued to do for the next 2 years.

After stopping by the mill the two of us come home to an empty house. Mum and dad can't afford to take the day off to come and support us at the Reapings, but it's ok. It's been that way since we were 12. We pack up our things and get ready in silence, our sombre mood infecting the other. Our walk to the Reapings is a little bit cheerier as we admire the birds singing in the trees and the beauty that is our District.

Unfortunately Megan and I have to split up when we reach the designated reaping area but it's ok. I know that a part of her is always inside of me so that I'm never truly alone. While everyone waits for the escort to get ready I start to get a little nervous and I know that Megan can feel it too. For some reason the atmosphere of this year's Reapings are a little bit more muted than usual. Of course the Reapings are always a sad time, but no-one seems to be enjoying the ceremony this year.

The escort finally makes her appearance on stage, performing a pirouette and bowing to us. Her little stunt is met with an awkward applause, but she doesn't seem fazed. She gracefully glides across the stage and pulls a piece of paper out of the bowl that contains the names of all eligible males from this district.

With an annoying sing-song voice the escort announces "District 7's male tribute for the 225th Hunger Games is William Kilmurray!"

A wave of emotion pours over me, and I can't help but let the tears fall. I'm only 14, there's no way I'm going to survive the Games. I'm too young to die...

Ashley Pine POV

The woods are my favourite place in the world. It's so peaceful and quiet. Not like at home. My dad can get really touchy sometimes, but I get it. It's hard to raise a 16 year old daughter when you're a single parent. In a really depressing sort of way, I was glad when my mum died. I loved her to pieces, but she and dad were always so pushy; forcing me to work at a young age. We were poor so we needed all the money we could get. When I turned 12 I was so scared that I was going to get Reaped for the Hunger games. That made it so much worse when my parents sat me down and told me that I had to take the tesserae for all of us otherwise we were going to starve. What kind of pressure is that to put on a little girl! I ran away from them, escaping from their grasping hands and sprinted out the door. I ran and ran until my little legs just couldn't work anymore. I collapsed, and that's when I noticed the soft grass beneath my body and the warm sun on my back. I fell asleep to the sound of birdsong, and woke up a few hours later feeling refreshed and reinvigorated. That was the day I met my best and only friend. The Forest. With all its towering trees and soft, muted sounds the forest became my sanctuary. I come here often when I need to relax or think. I have no-one else to go to. People my age think I'm stuck up, but only because I don't like people I don't know. I can't help it if I'm rude, I just don't trust people.

After I ran away that time I returned home to find that my parents had just gone straight to work. They hadn't tried looking for me, just figuring that I would return home sooner or later. I still had to take the tesserae for all three of us, and the next year too. It was during that year that my mother died. She had been Tugging and when the tree fell the shockwaves disturbed a snake's nest that was nearby. It bit her before she even had a chance to run away, and the team had been working in an area particularly far away from any sort of aid. They tried bandaging her leg, stopping the flow of blood and trying to prevent the poison from reaching her heart. She was carried on the shoulders of three men as they ran through the rugged terrain of the forest for 30 minutes straight while her fever rose and her condition worsened. By the time help had reached her they were too late. There was no time to save her. My father had grabbed me and came running when he heard my mum was injured. We both arrived just in time to watch her writhe on the ground in agony, foam coming out of her mouth, and then her body completely relaxed as her heart stopped. I remember the vivid markings on her thigh where the snake bit her, and to this very day I have an immense fear of snakes.

That year my dad didn't make me take the tesserae, instead he worked twice as hard, day-in and day-out to make as much money as he could to support us. I think it was because he realised that me taking the tesserae increased my chances of being reaped, and he wouldn't be able to live with himself if I died too. So now we just work harder. It's not an easy life, but I have the forest for comfort if I ever get too stressed. I barely see dad anymore because he's working so much as a Chipper. Even though most girls aren't allowed, my dad has been grooming me to be a Chipper like him. It's the highest paying job because it has the highest amount of risk. A tree could come crashing down right on top of you if you're not careful. But my dad is one of the best and he's too experienced to make the kind of mistake that would cause that to happen.

But for now I put thoughts of woodcutting out of my mind. I'm with the forest. I always come here before a reaping. Just in case I get reaped it's the last thing I want to remember. The earthy, damp smell, the feel of the wind through my hair; I want to remember all of it. Especially the songs the birds sing. If you listen carefully they are actually singing in tune, I don't know if it's something all birds do or just the one's here in district 7, but the sound they make if beautiful. I sing along occasionally, I don't have the greatest voice but it makes me feel better when I hum with the tune or sing a harmony to their tweeting. I feel like for once I'm a part of something and not just alone.

My serenity is shattered when I hear the loud call of "TIMBUUUUUUR" from nearby, followed by a thud that scares away all the birds in the area. I sigh, my moment was ruined. Maybe it's an omen I think to myself as I gather my pack together and head to the Reapings.

I'm so early that I'm the first on here, but I honestly don't mind. In fact, if I came any later I might have missed our District's escort practicing a pirouette on stage; only she looks more like a spinning top than a ballerina. I laugh and I think she hears me; she storms off the stage in a huff while the Peacekeepers try desperately to call her back. In the end they end up calling in a body double that actually does do ballet. The funny thing is about the Capitol women is that they wear so much makeup that you can make anyone look just like them provided you have enough foundation and eyeliner.

The switch is made and our 'new' escort looks the spitting image of our old one. I don't think anyone who arrives now will notice that this person is not the same escort from last year's ceremony. Very soon it comes time for the Reapings and the crowds start to appear. No-one is smiling, but everyone still has to come.

Before long the escort runs out on stage and performs her pirouette perfectly; and I'm the only one who knows why. I chuckle to myself when she bows. She's not getting any standing ovations from this audience. The male tribute's name is called. And it's a young kid. He looks terrified. Well he better toughen up or he'll just be another nameless face lying dead on the floor of the arena.

The escort walks on point to the bowl full of female names. This chick is clearly playing up the ballerina angle today. I'm laughing at her so hard that when she calls out the name I can't hear her. I wipe a tear from my eye and look around. No-one in the audience is moving. I frown.

"Ummm..." comes the melodic voice of our escort. "Is there an Ashley Pine here?"

"WHAT!" I scream. She called MY name? I can't believe it. I've always feared being Reaped but I never once thought it would actually happen to me. I quickly pull myself together because now I know everyone is looking at me after my little outburst. I can't let myself show any further sign of weakness, so I walk straight up to my place on the podium with my head held high despite the fear I feel growing inside of me.

Do I really have what it takes to win the hunger games?

Hope i've been doing ok so far with these tributes :P chapter 8 is halfway done but i'll finish that off tomorrow morning and hopefully post it then.