I'm probably not gonna update tomorrow. Or the day after. Sorry if it does happen, but if not, then why the hell am I writing it?

Nighttimephoenix: Thanks for Fawn, but as you can see here, I've changed her a bit because after the DD the Districts weren't allowed to travel unless they were a government official or tribute.

T4courtney: Thanks for reviewing! As I said somewhere along the line with UnicornAK, I won't reply to all your reviews. I will say, however, that Lucky is District 11, not 10, so her District is harvesting crops, not slaughtering the animals.

Also, I have noticed that the reviews are calling Victoria Tori. Hate to break it to you, but her nickname's Vicky. She hates Tori because that's what Jorge called her.

To flameofeternalfandom: James is now a reapee. Sorry. I wrote the chapter then I remembered that he was a volunteer but I didn't have time to change it. :(

Next up, a big ole announcement!

I'm doing a collab with my friend UnicornAK for her first Fanfic! It's an SYOT like this one, so check it out and submit a tribute or two?

Okay, let's gooooooooooooooo!

Fawn Ashwood, D7

Cedar and I are late. We should be getting to work in the paper factory but it's the day of the Reapings today and I feared being alone more than ever now. So my friends stayed the night and we spent the time giggling at nothing and eating sweets that Imithi brought from her family's sweet shop. I swear peppermint tastes better with the moonlight trickling in through the window on a cold night...

As usual, there's nothing for breakfast because Mum, Dad, Redd, Ava and I haven't got big salaries and there's a lot of us. I just run out the door with Cedar when we remember- we don't work on Reaping day.

We walk back into the warmth and shut the real world out. Imithi and I shoo Cedar out. We put on matching grey skirts and she hands me a colourful flowery blouse. I've never owned something so beautiful in my life.

We stroll to the Reapings together. We don't mention it, but I know we are all thinking about the possibility of being chosen. I start trembling but then I see Redd. I run to my brother and he gives me a big hug before gently guiding me to the line. Cedar shuffles off to the males section and Imithi and I stand apprehensively in the midst of a large group of uncertain thirteen year olds as a new escort comes onstage with a clack of her heels to decide our fates.

James Grace, D7

I grit my teeth. This time, I will do it. But, like every time before, I can't. I sigh. Who ever heard of a person from District Seven who can't climb trees? I guess I'll be the first. I can hear the girl next door giggling. Why is she up at this unearthly hour? I hope she wasn't laughing at me...

I trudge back indoors and try to ignore the sinking feeling in my stomach. At the breakfast table my dad and my sister are discussing the Games. They fall silent as I enter the room and begin to clear up. I grab a small piece of bread and stomp off.

I brush my sandy hair and change into a clean shirt. I then walk slowly to the Reaping. I've found that going slowly is the best way to pretend it isn't happening. I'm not sure why, though.

Fawn, D7

It's happening.

I vaguely remember the escort yelling out my name in her high accent and walking up in a daze. She Reaped a boy, older than me, and we walked off the stage and into a stage of the art car.

I don't remember anything else.

James, D7

I feel a sharp pang of sympathy for the small Reaped girl- I don't know her name, she has just always been the girl next door- but that fades as I am called out myself.

Just like the poor girl before me, I walk up mindlessly. I'm going to die. But I'll go down fighting.

I won't leave the enemy unscathed.

Then I see the girl beside me. I change my mind.

I will protect her. She's too young to die.

I feel like I didn't do these characters justice. Sorry to their submitters.

I'm at a loss for words right now.

So bye.

~CandyRue