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Chapter 3: D10 Reaping

- Bailey Monte POV -

"Carter!"

I woke up to the feel of my dog's soft tongue against my soft skin; the usual thing I wake up to.

"Carter come off," I giggled as I tried to pat him away without must success. "Now you've woken me up, I have to get ready."

Carter gave me a look and stopped licking as to say "you won't be going anywhere missy..."

"I have to boy," I stroked my puppy as pulled off the covers. "But I'll be back."

I got up and opened the curtains, the sun shone through vigorously. Today was sunny alright, a bit to sunny for my golden cream labrador. I laughed as he clumsily jumped off my bed that was directly in front of the window, and stalked off to a shady spot in a huff.

Today was Reaping Day and by the looks of it from the window, the place is crawling with peace keepers but that is expected. I sighed and walked over to my mirror, to fix my hair before breakfast. I wasn't even going to bother changing right now.

What met me was an attractive young lady. My ginger hair much of my classmates of the female population gushed about reached, my hips with a slight wave and was slightly messy due to my tossing and turning last night but that can be sorted out quickly with a comb. I also had a full fringe.

Some people would describe me as a doll due to my pearly white skin, rosy cheeks, high cheek bones and blue eyes. I can't say I don't like my appearance, it's rather the opposite.

Unlike most girls who don't see their own beauty, I can see mine and I do take pride in it. I can see the look of envy on some girl's eyes and the looks I get from the opposite gender.

I must admit though District 10's males are not that bad looking, compared to some I see on TV from other districts. Many boys work long hard hours at farms making most rather muscular, that means staying out in the sun a lot equalling tanned skin, plus most are just good looking any ways. District 10, the district full of hotties as I say.

That can't be said for some of the female population, yeah you get people like me but I can name a few with terrible sunburn or acne. It's not like I go pointing out those flaws. Ok maybe I do occasionally but I can't help it, I naturally have a big mouth.

I try not to be mean or come out as a bitch but it's hard at times especially if my friends act like it too. Though I am a lot better than I was when I was younger. Now I try and focus on the positive side of things; I think that's why I look at myself in a positive light. At times though it's difficult and I really hate that.

When I was fully satisfied with my hair, I made my way down for breakfast. I could hear Daddy in the kitchen and the sound of Carter rushing down the stairs beside me, like it's some sort of race. That made me laugh, he's so playful.

"Good morning Bales," Daddy wiped his hands on his jumper. "Is eggs ok for your breakfast?"

"Yes Daddy," I smiled as I took a seat; just like it was any other day, not Reaping Day.

We don't usually have eggs everyday because we usually sell them for the extra wee bit of cash that can come in handy.

My mum died giving birth to me, I have no memory of her but I do have a photo. She is beautiful and I hope one day I'll make her proud.

Ever since then it has always been just me and Daddy. We are "The Mighty Duo" or "THE Team". I wouldn't want my family any other way.

We might not own a farm and live in the area with busy shops which means heaps of peace keepers but that doesn't matter. Daddy has his jobs at some of the local farms and I even tip in a little bit of money from odds jobs I occasionally do. I know my life isn't perfect but it isn't terrible either. Hardly anyone has a golden life, does anyone?

Soon Daddy was sat beside me and we dug into our eggs. I wasn't that hungry and my tummy felt sore but I still ate for Daddy.

"Bales, you don't have to eat your eggs if you don't want to," he said gently as he noticed my discomfort. "If you don't like eggs-"

"I do like eggs," I said a bit to sharply, he looked a bit hurt. "Sorry, I'm just nervous-"

"I know sweetie," Daddy smiled sadly. "Here I'll take your plate and you can get ready, we all know, how long it takes for you just to pick the 'right' clothes."

I giggled softly, my dad always can lighten a situation. "Ok daddy, I better get started!"

"While your at it, can you let Carter outside for pee," Daddy picked up my dish and his. "I think I'll store these away, you shouldn't-"

"Waste food when you may need it tomorrow," I laughed finishing his sentence. "Sure I'll let Carter out!"

After I let the dog out, I ran up to find the "dress". I wanted to look presentable after all. I looked out my best dresses and scanned them, they were hand me downs from the daughters at one of the farms my dad works at but I love them all the same. One of them was also my mother's.

I soon settled on a pretty blue dress that matched my eyes and put on my silver locket. It used to be my mother's and inside there's a picture of her and Daddy. Whenever I feel sad or lonely, I look at it and it makes me feel better just seeing them smile and be happy.

Soon I found myself walking down the stairs and all the confidence I had before vanishing. I wasn't scared, I was terrified. I could be reaped today and I didn't want that.

Daddy was stroking Carter and I took a deep breath, I had to be brave for Daddy. I ran over to Carter and stroked my baby boy. Daddy smiled at the sight and looked at the clock on the wall beside us.

"We better start walking Bales," he sadly said. "Goodbye buddy," he gave Carter one last rub and headed to the door.

"Goodbye Carter," I sighed stroking his creamy fur. "I'll be back soon..."

I walked over to Daddy and we left the house, I could hear Carter squealing like he usually does if we leave him alone.

"Can't you guys shut up your ruddy of a dog," our next door neighbour yelled.

"No!" I yelled back, Daddy had to drag me away. "Can't you shut your ruddy fat mouth!"

I angrily stalked off with Daddy. No one is mean to Carter especially if that could of been the last time I'd see him.

I hope it isn't...

- Landon Palmer POV -

Sweat trickled down my forehead as I ran. My muscles were aching but I didn't care. I only have a little more.

Keeping active means a lot to me. I spend most of my time doing it, I wasn't one of those people who socialise all the time. Right now I'm doing my morning jog.

Every morning, I get up early and jog around the District. People are used to this and don't mind if I jog past. I'm a naturally quiet person so I don't bother people much. Jogging helps me clear my mind and is quite refreshing.

Once I had nothing to do so I went for a job and then it just clicked. I preferred jogging than hanging about with the District 10 youth.

Hell yes, I have friends but I prefer to be with my small group of very close friends than running off with girls I hardly knew. Well I do know them but that's not the point. None of them take my fancy.

I haven't always been like that, when I was younger...I was so much different. Ever since my brother died six years ago, it hasn't been the same.

His name was Roy and he was only fourteen years old back then. He was caught in the middle of a fire and then he was gone, forever. He could bring me out my shell, he could make our stern mother smile and make our quiet father join in with our games. I miss him. If he was still alive now, he'd be twenty. There goes to show how quickly a life can be lost. It isn't fair...dying young.

Soon I was where I had started my jog, my house which was technically a shed. I could hear my sister Leigh chatting animatedly without even being in the same house as her. This meant no one heard me quietly creep into the household.

When I got to the make-shift tiny kitchen, Mother was at the stove; already dressed in her formal clothes for Reaping Day. Her hair was up in a bun and her always stern face mask was on her. Mother is hardworking but very stern. She does love us all though but I think she doesn't want to get hurt, like the way she did when Roy died. It still hurts us all. I think she took the worst fall.

At the table sat Leigh, she's thirteen years old but you would never think she was by first glance. For starters she was small for her age but she also was full of so much energy. Leigh as always was chatting without a care in the world, despite it being the Reaping Day. She was wearing a brightly coloured dress, a dress many people would frown upon for such an occasion. Leigh didn't really care though. I admired her for that, she doesn't mind what others say or think or feel about her. She just be's her self, I wished I could do that.

From us too, she usually makes the conversation between us. I love her loads, she is one of the few people that make me feel happy.

Beside her is Father; from Mother and him, I am most like my father. Him too is quiet and prefers the company of close friends and family. Unlike me, he doesn't mind butchering things. Father is a butcher and I started training not that long ago. Though it's never really appealed to me but it's better than having no job when I'm of legal age.

Father is one of the kindest men I know and whenever he can he gives us hugs. You would never think he's a butcher if you just met him.

Father smiled as he noticed me and stood up to hold me in a short hug. "How was your jog son?"

"Same old, same old," I sat down on the seat beside Leigh.

Usually no one, well maybe Leigh on a odd day, would ask me about my job since I do it so much. It's like my routine.

Since it's Reaping Day I understand, you want to talk to your children as much as you can before they might possibly be sent to their slaughter. My dad may be a butcher but in no way would he willingly send Leigh and I off to a cruel game, like a career tribute's parent. The thought of that makes me want to puke.

Mother came over with hot bowls of porridge. Usually she makes some in huge batches and stores them for a while. Her friend owns a farm with oat fields so sometimes we get oats from them for meals. Though District 10 isn't the most poorest district but we're nearly there, since most farms have to ship their food off, this means food can be scarce here. My family was poor so that meant extra scarce. The fire destroyed our old home so that made us have to live on the streets, until we found this place

We eat in silence except from the odd comment from Leigh, the usual. Soon it was time to clear up and that meant it was getting closer and closer.

"Landon, you better get ready," Mother said quietly and took my plate.

I nodded and headed over to where my clothes were. I wasn't going to phaff for to long, I was going to wear what I usually wear on this day. They used to be my brother's reaping clothes. The green button up shirt and tan trousers were a bit too small for me since I've worn them for two years but I'll manage.

I couldn't believe today was the day I could possibly be chosen.

I felt angry, I hated the Hunger Games, I hated it all. I hated how it could be on for so long.

The Games deserves to be stopped. I don't see the point in it.

They're not just trying to scare us, they're also trying to show us they have power over us. And whatever we do, either gains them or destroys us. We're the pawns in their game of chess. The puppets in their show.

- Bailey Monte POV -

The walk to the Reaping took us only a couple of minutes. My tummy was doing flips and I felt like I could vomit of nerves any second. Not even the reassuring squeeze on the arm from Daddy made it go away. But I know I must stay strong and look ahead. I have to be brave. I'm a Monte and Montes get through things.

As we walked closer, I could see my two best friends, Estella and Angele.

"Daddy, you can go now. I see Estella and Angele!" I hugged Daddy.

"Ok Bales," he hugged me back. "Be safe love..."

"I will Daddy, see you after the Reaping," I gave him one last squeeze and ran over to my friends.

No way I was going to get reaped, my name isn't in there much. That's what I keep telling myself, I hope I'm right.

"Estella and Angele!" I yelled, running up to them.

"Bailey!" They yelled back, rushing over.

We pulled each other into a huge group hug. We aren't just best friends, we're like sisters.

"Are you guys ready," Angele asked, pulling back her dark hair.

"No," Espelle dryly laughed. "But we can get through this!"

"Yeah!" I agreed pumping my fist into the air. "We always do!"

Angele smiled and her hand connected with mine and I connected my other one with Espelle's, creating our unbreakable chain.

"Together!" I whispered.

"Together!" They agreed.

We walked over to our section and stood together, not letting go.

Soon our escort Beasley took the stage, his ever pure white, charismatic smile gleaming at us.

He of course had his black hair gelled up, streaked with yellow. He wore his famous black tuxedo and sparkly gold way-to-skinny jeans with black boots. He had on his black eyeliner and golden lipstick. His hands were gloved as usual. He totally had the "bee" look about him.

"Good morning District 10!" His low and gangster-like musky voice called. "Happy Hunger Games, may the odds be ever in your favour."

I clapped slowly like most of the other residents.

"This is a special year, since it's the 3rd quarter quell," he winked at us. "I'm very much looking forward for it, ladies and gentleman!"

He's such a poser but he was quite dashing in some aspects.

"First of all we must watch a short clip as always," he paced slowly. "Brought to you from the 'Capitol'," the word capitol rolled off his tongue.

I looked to my friends as the video played. To them I look brave but in fact I'm really scared. If I'm not being positive about myself, that doesn't mean anything good. I hope no-one can see my fear, I didn't want to look scared. I'm not weak and no-one should bloody think I am.

Soon the clip was over and Beasley was back centre stage.

"So of course ladies first," he swaggered over to the bowl.

I could feel Espelle squeeze my hand hard. From the three of us she's the weakest and the youngest. The blond haired girl knew she would never manage the emotional pressure of the games. No offence to her, she'd probably not even manage before she's even in the Arena. I felt sorry for her, I love her so much. I hope they don't pick her.

"The lady tribute is..." Beasley smirked showing his teeth. "Bailey Monte!"

What!? Did I hear that properly. I must of because now all I could hear is Espelle and Angele screaming with tears.

NO..NO...NO...NO, this could not be happening!

I could feel tears too but I sniffed them in, I had to be brave. I let go of their hands and walked up. It's obvious there won't be any volunteers, there hardly ever is.

I looked away from the bit where Daddy is, I didn't want to see my strong Daddy crying when I was trying to hold it in myself. I knew he was crying, I could hear it. When I finally reached the stage, Beasley took my hand and pulled me onto the stage. He kissed my cheek a little bit to long and moved onto the boys. Usually I'd blush or get flustered but today wasn't the day for hormones or girly reactions.

All I wanted to do now, is crawl into a corner with my locket and Carter, and stay there for forever.

Why me?

- Landon Palmer POV -

When we arrived at the Reaping, Leigh of course ran off to her group of friends. Father and Mother bidded their goodbyes and arranged a place to meet them by. Soon I found myself slowly walking over to my best friend Owen.

Owen is the most goofiest and hilarious man I have ever met. He always tries to make me louder and have more confidence but with no success. We have been friends since we were really young and really understands me. He was there for me when I was still recovering from the fire and from my brother's death.

I might be still alive but I do have burns all over my body and some on my face but less and less people notice now.

Beside him was Jan, his girlfriend. Jan, she is the most compassionate person I know. She would never hurt anyone. Owen and her have been dating for two years so we're quite close. She's like my little sister to me, even though she's older than me. She is small for her age though.

"Hey buddy," Owen nudged my shoulder. "Looking good bro, as always!"

I rolled my eyes. "Like I care Owen."

"Hi Landon," Jan smiled softly. "Let's hope we're all lucky this year."

"Oh Janny, always so dull!" Owen joked. "Lighten up babe! Live while we can."

I laughed. "Yeah Jan, let's keep our fingers crossed."

"Don't jinx it dude," Owen smiled dully. "I don't want to see any of us in that stinky capitol."

Jan looked at the clock. "Guys we better get going."

Jan hugged me. "Good luck Landon."

"Good luck to you too," I whispered.

Jan then reached to kiss Owen, I looked away. Their kisses can last for ages and it really grossed me out at times. I once walked into them nearly doing the deed, I shuddered just thinking about it.

"Bye beautiful!" Owen called to his girlfriend as she walked off.

"Bye buddy," he hugged me. "I'll kill the escort if he chooses you..."

Owen is seventeen and I'm sixteen so that means we're in different sections, sadly.

"Bye Owen," I hug him. "I hope you don't get picked too..."

He broke away and gave a nervous laugh. "May the odds be ever in our favour," he then smirked. "our ass!"

I shook my head, trying not to laugh and walked off. Owen could pretty much lighten nearly every mood; nearly.

I walked over to the sixteen year old boys and waited. I felt like a pig getting put to slaughter in our pens.

Soon our escort Beasley was talking, in my opinion he's a dirty sleezebag and a woman-eater. He's from the capitol and the way he looks at past female tributes from here sickens me, I don't hold any high regard for him.

"...Bailey Monte..."

I could hear two girls sobbing, I recognised them. Bailey like me is sixteen so I've seen her about. I don't really know what to think of her. She's pretty and all but can be really selfish and mean.

She once made Jan cry, I remember how angry Owen was. Bailey made fun of her size and her "friends" said to Jan that she copied Bailey's style. It isn't Jan's fault she was born with ginger hair and had rosy cheeks like Bailey. To be honest I think Jan suits it better than her.

At least Jan doesn't boast and use her beauty like someone over there. But who am I to judge, the only ever conversations I have had with her are classroom things and when she tried to ask me out once. I said no...I did feel guilty though. I don't really know her.

Of course Beasley looked at her hungrily, I felt angry. Those Capitolian sleezebags don't have any right to look at a woman like that!

"Ok now for the male," he walked over to the ball.

"Landon Palmer..."

I all of a sudden heard a scream from the thirteen year old section, Leigh...

I stood up and walked over, keeping in my tears. Tears weren't going to help me anywhere.

I could hear Jan sobbing, Mother crying and Owen? Owen never cries.

When I got on stage, I blocked out Beasley. I could see Owen, my gut went weird. Owen was actually crying.

"Our district 10 tributes!"

I felt myself being dragged away by the peacekeepers into the visiting room. I wanted to see my best friend...

My first visitors were of course my family.

"Landon!" Leigh sobbed into my shirt, tightly holding onto me. "NO!"

This broke me seeing my bouncy, full of life sister crying for her life. I shred a few tears just looking at her.

"Leigh," I said softly. "I'll try and come back..."

"NO LAN!" She screamed calling me by my nickname, I only let her say. "YOU HAVE TOO!"

Mother was sobbing, I have never seen her cry so much since Roy died, this pained me too.

"I will," I spoke softly. "You've already lost a brother and a son. You are not going to loose another!"

Mother sobbed harder and pulled me and Leigh into her. "Landon you are so strong, Roy would be so proud-" she sniffed.

I hugged them back.

Father watched, a single tear running down his face. He was trying to keep strong, he felt like it was his duty. Being the man of the house and a butcher and all.

"Dad," I didn't really call him 'dad' just 'father'. "You don't have to keep it in, you can cry. I'm the one who has to keep strong, not you."

Father started to cry and joined in the hug. "Landon, I know you can do it..."

We all hugged each other but not in our usual silence, in tears and promises.

It was too soon when they had to go.

"I love you," Mother cried as the peace keeper dragged her away.

Leigh and Father said that from time to time, to me but hardly ever did Mother.

"I love you too," I whispered, a single tear rolled down my cheek.

Who knew my Mother, who built so much walls could be shattered just like that.

Next was Owen, he looked a mess.

"Owen," I couldn't keep it in but I wasn't afraid to cry in front of him.

"Landon," he ran up to me, crying. "Landon...I'm going to kill that Beasley slut! How could he, why you? Why you!?"

I shook my head sadly. "I don't know, I wished I knew. But I guess the odds are not in my favour..."

"Don't say that Landon Palmer!" Owen growled. "You will win, you can butcher, you are fast, smart, not afraid of taking chances, you are sensible and know the wild. Hell you'd survive better than I would!"

I felt slightly better but I was still very upset. "Thank you Owen."

"Landon I want you to take this," he took off his prized wrist band off his wrist and placed it in my hand. "It represents bravery..."

"Thank's Owen..." I look up sadly.

"Come here little Bud..."

He hugged me, not like our quick jokey hugs but a long one. We both cried, of course we did. We've been through so much together and...

"Landon you will come back..."

"I'll try..."

"Jan would of come but she's an absolute mess. She can't even speak properly and breaks into tears every few seconds. It's almost like your her boyfriend," he joked trying to lighten the air.

"Never going to happen, she loves you too much," I couldn't laugh but I would of if I could.

"It probably doesn't help that she's on her-"

"To much info," I cried, half laughing and half crying real sad tears.

"She loves you too," Owen said. "Not in the way she does to me, she loves you like her own brother..."

"I know..."

"If you won't come back for me, or your family, at least come back for her," Owen said seriously. "She's gonna be a train wreck if you die..."

That scared me...

"I will," I said softly. "You guys, Leigh, Mother and Father mean the world to me. And I know Roy would want me to stay."

Again it was to quick when he was taken away. I wiped my tears away. I am going to come back.

For Leigh, Mother, Father, Jan, Owen...and Roy. I will try and survive this no matter the cost.

- Bailey Monte POV -

I was in tears when Espelle and Angele were visiting me. Nothing they said to encouraged me. I knew I was going to die. No way was I going to win. No way I'd return.

Carter, my dog... I would never see him again. That made me cry harder. My dear Carter, my boy.

What anyone said was a blur to me, I couldn't listen. I have technically been sentenced a death sentence. Usually I am positive but no way could I be positive about this.

It made me feel worse, their encouragement and my false lies pouring out my mouth about how I'd win and what not.

I'm a sixteen year old girl, who cares more about my looks than I do about getting dirty. I have never killed anything in my life except bugs. The only emotionally wounding death I have ever suffered from is my mum's but that hardly counts. I never knew her.

When Daddy came, I automatically sobbed into him. He sobbed too, I have never seen him sob this much except the one time he was looking at photos of Mummy. That is the only time I've seen him cry. He was going to loose another of his girl's.

He didn't say anything about "coming back" because he knew too that it was very unlikely.

"Look after Carter..."

"Give him the hugest hug..."

"Remember me..."

"I love you Daddy..."

I kept saying things like that and he returned them. I never wanted to see my Daddy cry. This tore me apart.

I'm never gonna see him or Carter again. I was going to get wiped off the earth but the saddest thing is, I won't be the one in most pain. Daddy and Carter will watch it and deal with the aftermath of it while I just feel the pain of feeling it and the time up to it. This made me cry harder.

Why me? Why me? Why me?

The question still echoed my mind as he slipped a little picture of Carter in my pocket to add to my locket, and as he left with the peace keepers.

I then was left alone, forever alone in the dark. Sobbing and crying, holding onto the memories. Also of the future I will never have.

Would of I've gotten married?

Would I have kids?

Would the Hunger Games eventually stop?

These questions made me cry harder.

Why me? Why me? Why me?

Only darkness answered me.

Why?

Authors Note: Now that was emotional to write *shreds single tear* especially being the author. I hope this left an impact on you as much as it left on me.

I loved writing Bailey and Landon, they intrigue me. In ways they are polar opposites and I love how sort of their stories are connected. I like doing that with the characters. Like in the D2 chapter, Minerva stood beside Gabriel's girlfriend and volunteered in her place; even though they were submitted by two completely different people.

Well anyways thanks for reading! And I want to know what you think of it!

Now for the reserver people, the clock starts now.

The deadline is in two week and I am doing a timer on my phone. So in 2 weeks time, I'll message all the reservers who haven't managed to submit to tell them times up. I hope that's ok

Well back onto this chapter! I want feedback! Remember no FLAMES cause I'm still young and I'm very and I mean VERY sensitive!

It may be hard to tell but so far who is your favourite tribute?

And who do you think will win from the 6 tributes so far?

Plus how do you like the escorts?

Crazy rabbit girl, to a more caring pitiful escort, to a total charmer\pervert\sleezebag as Landon puts it! Tehee

I may do a chapter during the Games, surrounding the escorts because one of them plays a VERY important part.

9 districts and 18 more tributes to go (think I did my maths right :3)

Bye bye til next time u awesome people! XD *hugs everyone who likes hugs*

P.S. Sorry just really excited for strange reasons!

Shaymin, out!