District 7: The Brave

Reaping Day

District 7, the land of wood. Forests stretching as far as the eye can see. I, like most in this district, have been working from a very young age in order to keep food on the table. The work is hard and the hours are long, but I get by. We're nothing special here, but we stand as much chance in the games as anyone else.

It's clear that the escort is dressed for the occasion. The one day she is in our district, she chooses to wear that! She was completly dressed in brown, her cropped hair dyed bright green. She takes ball and reads out the name. I know them! We are good friends!

I step forward to protect the...

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