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(District five reapings Jennifer Jareau's P.O.V)
I hear the sound of the door creaking open but in my sleepy state I ignore it. Then something tiny lands on my chest and a small furry tongue is licking my face. I laugh and shove her off.
"Matthew why did you let Phoebe in my room?" I ask my older brother.
He laughs then grows solemn "its reaping day."
"Ugh I hate the reapings."
He stiffens "We all do especially after…" he trails off but I know what he was about to say. Especially after they took Lily from us.
Two years ago my older sister was reaped. She was only thirteen but she did well in training and made it to the final three. We were all hoping praying that she would win but she didn't. A career killed her.
I haul myself out of bed and head downstairs Phoebe and Matthew in tow.
"Morning JJ." My mom says as she takes the bread out of the oven.
"Morning mom." I say and hug her from behind.
She gestures to Phoebe and I grab some dog food and pour it in a bowl. I laugh as my tiny yorkie starts chowing down. I sit down at the table and scarf my own food.
"Slow down there girl." My brother laughs.
I go to respond but before I can there's a knock on the door. Laughing I get up and open the door to my best friend who's pretty much a sister to me, Brooke, behind her is my other best friend Emily, I invite them both in and they start talking.
"Hey girl! Why aren't you dressed yet. I mean I know it's the reapings but we still have to dress up." Emily babbles in her usual way.
Brooke rolls her eyes. "We'll help you pick out an outfit." I nod and let them drag me to my bedroom.
I can't repress an internal sigh. Neither of them will last two minutes in the games.
Brooke pulls open one of my drawers and starts dumping things on the ground. I stop them both at a pair of jeans and a simple blue t-shirt. "I want to wear that." I state simply.
Emily looks shocked "B-But it's the reapings. We're supposed to dress up."
I reply shocking myself by how calm my voice is. "The capitol may be able to force us into these games. But we don't have to honor them."
They both seem frozen in shock then Brooke lets out a long low whistle. "You got even more guts than we thought girl." She hops up. "But at least let us do your hair."
I sigh and raise my hands in surrender "Fine, fine drag me away for your evil bidding!" I laugh.
Emily grins and runs to my bathroom coming back brush in hand. They both sit down and brush all the tangles out of my short hair. In about a few minutes the tangles are done and it's eleven thirty.
"We better go." I sigh.
They nod and we all walk downstairs. I hug mom and Mathew and we head to the square.
(From Richard Hill's P.O.V)
I wake up with a grunt as I fall from my tree. Ugh I shake my head. I give a cocky grin when I see who woke me up. It's Rose my girlfriend and best friend of three years.
"Hey beautiful why did you wake me up?" I ask with a small grin.
She sighs and tosses me a loaf of bread. "It's reaping day."
The grin fades from my face and I take a bite before answering. "Don't worry. We'll be fine and it's our last year. We won't be drawn." I kiss her quickly.
She pulls away "I know your right. I'll see you at the reapings?"
I nod and she leaves. I climb back up the tree where I have been living for years. Technically I'm still in the district but barely. I grab my nicest outfit from the top branches and quickly change.
I walk to the river and run my hand through my hair then look at my reflection. A skinny boy with long blond hair and blue eyes. I sigh.
If I get reaped I'm not coming home. I'm just not. I'm sorry Rose. I shake my head and run to the square just as they start reading off the treaty of treason. I tune out mentally humming my favorite song then tune back in at the sound of a name.
"Richard Hills"
I hear Rose scream but it seems far off. I take slow robotic steps up the stage with the peacekeepers behind me. It takes all my efforts not to burst into tears right then and there. I manage to keep my gaze steady and look at the crowd.
(From Jennifer's P.O.V)
I look at the boy on the stage. A girl had screamed he must mean something to her. He's not going to make it through the blood bath.
The lady draws the next name "Brooke Prentiss." At the moment only one thought runs through my head. I can't let her die. I step up. "I volunteer as tribute." I walk to the stage and we go through the protocol I met my family stricken faces and whisper apologies with my eyes. Don't worry. I will come home.
The escort lifts our hands in the air "I present you with this year's tributes Jennifer Jareau and Richard Hill!" Everyone claps politely but my friends and family. They know I'm doomed.
Alright guys so I'm going to be posting updated sponsor points at the end of the goodbyes simply because I write these all quickly then hold them hostage to release. That way I can keep good timing. As always hope you enjoyed. R&R!