So this story was taken down because I didn't follow the chapter guidelines by making a list of tributes as one chapter, so it has been modified and I obviously reposted everything so we should be good now

District 7

Myla Winthrope

My sister and I took my brothers to the town square on reaping day; it would be one of my brothers first years because he was 12. Once we reached the square surrounding the Justice Building, my sister who was 19 took my youngest brother with her. He wasn't old enough to have his name put in for the games. Thank goodness.

My oldest brother, who was sixteen like I was, took care of my younger brother once we signed in. And I was alone. I stood silently in my section; I had always been pretty quite. I liked to keep to myself, I was skeptical about making friends and I liked to keep my priorities straight. Now that my mother had died, a big responsibility had been placed on my sister and I. She had become an apprentice in healing a few years ago, but she still took a huge part of the responsibilities I knew I probably should be taking care of. All I wanted was my family safe.

My father worked as a lumberjack, just as most people in this district did. He taught me how to swim when he would take me to the logging rivers. I was pretty good with an axe too. I guess that was always something people from here were good at. One skill that might actually help us in the games.

Once the mayor was onstage I started to pay attention. Maybe something would change this year, like only picking 18 year olds last minute. But of course, as always, nothing in his yearly speech seemed out of the ordinary. A talk about two rebellions, reading out the list of victors, and then introducing our escort. This year we had a girl named Kati Novak. She was dressed in a dark blue dress with gold accents along the ends. It seemed pretty toned down for a Capitol person, let alone an escort, to be wearing. But when you looked at her hair and make-up, it made up for it. Her hair looked like liquid gold, in curls that sprung out every which way, and her cheeks were neon blue. I thought that was odd, since it didn't match anything she was wearing, but I didn't question it.

"Hello District Seven!" She said in a funny Capitol accent. "Let's start with the ladies, shall we?" The crowd stayed quite, as usual, when she walked over to the girls dish. Everyone hoping it wouldn't be them drawn out. We didn't have many volunteers in this District. Kati finally pulled out a name, after what seemed like forever.

"Myla Winthrope!" She cheered.

I was frozen. My feet stayed firmly on the ground. I couldn't move, I was paralyzed. That couldn't be me, could it? As if to answer my question, Kati read out the name once more, a little impatient this time. A girl standing next to me poked my arm, I looked over to her, startled. She gave me a look that told me that she was sorry I had been picked, but that it was indeed me that would have to walk to the stage. I forced my legs into motion, moving towards the stage. I had no idea what I must have looked like. I didn't touch my brown curly hair to fix it for the cameras, I couldn't move my arms.

After what seemed like years, I had made it onto the stage. Kati smiled to me and talked a little bit, but my mind wouldn't listen to her. I stared blankly to the crowd. My mind was blank, and I was frozen on the spot, still not fully understanding what this meant.

Lucas Hering

I said a little goodbye to my younger sister Sierra after we both finished checking in at the town square for the reapings. She would be over standing with the other 13 year old girls, while I was with the 16 year olds. I looked around the outside of the square for my father. I found him talking to some of the people he worked with. He had to work a lot to support the family, because my mother had died while giving birth to Sierra. Sierra and I helped out too at the lumber yards, and all together we made enough money to never have to take out tessera.

I found my friend Jay standing with the other boys, talking and laughing. I thought that was a little odd, but Jay was always pretty outgoing and never shy. He could turn anything sad, including reaping day, into something fun. He was talking to some of the boys about maybe playing a soccer game after the reaping. We had the whole day off anyway, no school, no work. It was about the only upsides to these games. I wasn't sure if I'd go to the game or not. I liked sports, but I wasn't really into them like Jay was. I would probably end up going with him though, even if it was just to watch. I was his best friend after all. The mayor started walking up to the podium and I gave Jay the signal to shut up. You could be punished for talking and making loud noise during the reaping. The mayor began his speech about the rebellions and all that. I drowned it out every year. I didn't know anyone who honestly ever listened to it anyway. I'm sure if the mayor had been in our position, he wouldn't listen either. Next her introduced our escort, Kati Novak.

She was an odd Capitol person, but she looked younger than most of our escorts that we've had over the years. It must be her first year in any district. The first thing I noticed about Kati was the neon make-up on her face. There was yellow around her eyes, and blue on her cheeks. Her lips were a normal red and her hair was like the colour of gold. It circled her head in curls, I didn't know how they got it to stay there. I ran my hand through my dark black hair, it wasn't the same what so ever. The only thing that seemed normal about Kati to me, was the dress she was wearing. It was a dark navy blue with gold around it. To me it seemed very toned down for someone from the Capitol.

"Hello District Seven!" She said loudly. No one answered. Of course we all stayed silent, no one wanted to get punished. "Let's start with the ladies shall we?" She slowly made her way to the girls dish. She took forever drawing out the name, she kept mixing the tiny slips of paper around in the bowl. After she was finished with that, she drew a name and read it out to the crowd.

"Myla Winthrope!" She smiled. I had heard the name before. The girl probably went to my school or something. No one walked up to the stage.

"Myla Winthrope." Kati said again. I could tell from her voice that she was getting inpatient. Eventually a girl with long curly brown hair walked up to the stage. I had seen her before at school. Her eyes were almost as dark as mine were. And that's all I could remember about her. She was quite.

"Thank you Myla!" Kati called out. Then she walked to the boys bowl. My name would be in there four times. And with this ritual of mixing all the names up that Kati seemed to like doing, it was a very likely possibility that I could get picked. Kati had a piece of paper in her hand now.

"Lucas Hering" I knew who that was. That was me. I wouldn't just stand around like the other girl had. Although terrified, I walked up onto the stage, accepting the death sentence I had just received. I wanted to stay strong for my sister, so that she wouldn't be scared. Kati thanked me just as she had thanked Myla, and we were told to shake hands. Myla seemed a little out of it. As if she didn't know what was going on, or how to shake someone's hand properly. I decided that she was probably still in shock. I wondered why I wasn't. I was walking straight into my probable death after all.

How was that? Oh! And do you guys want me to write the good byes in the Justice Building or just go straight to the trains? Tell me please

-alexmarikaa