I hope people liked last chapter. Here are the next two reapings. Also I have a poll up asking people who they want to win the games.

district 7

Rory Lockheart's POV

As I arrive in the section with the other 17 year olds I remember what my dad had told me about what the world was like before the games. He told me that he had fought against the capital, and that one day I would be picked for the games. He has trained me for them. I'm not very good though. I would never volunteer either. I would never willingly choose to go into that place. I mean your pretty much volunteering to die.

Last year my dad died. He got mad at a peace keeper and chucked an ax at one. As a result he was beaten to death. My mom, well she's abandoned me. I have no clue who she was or where she went. But I've been on my own since dad died because of her.

"District 7 my name is Selena Valasquez and I am your escort. It is now time to choose the girl. The young girl is Rory Lockheart." Crap that's me.

Spruce Dejack's POV

I'm 18, and it's my last year. The girl's already been picked, only one more name to go. And if I am picked, so what? Last year why not go out with a bang. Plus, I'm awesome with an ax. I mean I throw them at peace keepers all the time. Their helmets that is. Those things are hard as rock. They wouldn't get hurt. I hit the bulls eye every time too. The bulls eye is there helmet. It's hilarious to see there reactions to.

"Now for the boys" I hate that high pitch capitol accent. Well if I get picked all just hear it a lot more often.

"Spruce Dejack." Well what do you know I got picked. Oh well. I guess I could win. With that reassuring thought in mind I get up and walk up to the stage. I wave and say I'll be back in a few months. I think though I hear a few peace keepers laughing at me.

District 8

Willow Anner's POV

I hate reapings. They are probably the worst day of the year. Well my morning was good but now I'm in the square. I'm wearing the skirt my grandmother made me. It is all different colors and materials. My grandmother made it from scraps in the factory. This was before she died 3 years ago. Ever since then I've been an orphan. Every year on reaping day I wear the skirt as a memory of her. I suppose if I got picked my talents would be my smartness, and agility. I am able to do a double back flip in mid air.

"Willow. Willow." my best friend Polly Ester says.

"What?"

"You blacked out again. They're about to call the girls name."

"Willow Anner." That's me. It can't be me though. I mean i'm 13. My name is only in there twice. Whatever I'll probably be smarter than the rest of the tributes anyways. After all I'm top of my class, and have great survival skills.

Randor Pencyn's POV

I wish that if you had a family member who got reaped you didn't have to go to the reaping anymore. My brother was reaped two years ago at 12. My older sister is no longer eligible to be reaped. I'm now 17 and my name is in there 6 times. If I get reaped I'll probably die in the bloodbath just Rydal.

"Good afternoon district 8. It is now thime to chose a girl and boy to represent district 8..." Just shut up already woman.

"Now your female tribute is Willow Anner."

I watch as a girl from the 13 year old section walks up. She'll probably die first.

"And for the boys Randor Pencyn." I hear my mom yell not Randor. I just slowly walk up though and except my fate.