A/N First off I just want to thank you guys so, so, so, so, so (you get the point) much! All the reviews you guess sent in made me smile :D And…uh, tear up a bit. I'm glad I'm in a good mood because the next tribute that I am writing about is pretty happy and carefree! So yeah : ).

Thanks guys, really I mean it.

Okay, on to business, if I like the tribute, as in it has a ton of back ground and personality information, most likely I will include the whole Reaping. But sometimes, most likely, I'll just do the Train reflection to hurry things up.

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District Seven

Cloud Rivera

"Cloud! Cloud! Wake up!" Misty my little six year old sister shouted in my overly sensitive ears.

"What!" I shouted at her. Her big misty blue eyes widened at me. She shook her head, her brown curls flopping everywhere. Occasionally hitting me in the face.

"Mommy and Daddy! They're in the radio! Again!" Misty being six, still didn't understand that Mom and Dad are always on the radio. It's their job, as radio weather casters to do so.

She just didn't get it, no matter how many times I tried to explain it to her.

Here we go again.

"Misty, honey? Mommy and Daddy are always on the radio." She narrowed those little kid blue eyes at me.

"I disagree Cloud." When did she get so mature? "Something has captured them again!" Oops, there is goes…

I tried to contain my laughter as she looked frantically around.

I decided to play a joke on her.

"Oh no Misty! What if the Radio Monster ate them? Again?" She let out a little girl shriek and ran out the room. I took this has my opportunity to get some more shut eye before the Reaping this afternoon.

"Cloud!" Misty yelled, I turned to look at her, holding the Radio in her tiny hands.

"Misty don't-" It was too late.

She threw the radio on the ground and proceeded to whack at it with one of her toys.

I heard laughter from the other room, as Snow came into the my room and looked at the sight before her.

"That's the third radio this month, Cloud." She shook her head back and forth. Her pale blonde hair cascading down her face. That's why her name is Snow, her hair is as white as it, accenting her pale blue eyes.

"Ugh, I know. Mom and dad aren't going to be happy." I shrugged. "Hail! Get in here and clean this mess up!"

"Why do I have to?" Hail, my eleven year old annoying brother whined. He looks like a mini version of me.

Dark hair, except mine is longer, and his has a small curl to it, while mine is straight. Both of our eyes are blue, except because of my Sectoral Heterochromia a small section of each eye is brown.

"Because, you were the one that was suppose to be watching her!" He sighed and began to clean up.

"Come one girls. Lets go get ready." I took the hand of both of the little girls and headed to their room. Because my parents worked every day I mostly took care of them. Which means I get them dressed, feed and walk them to school. Everyday.

"So? Misty? What do you want to wear today?" Instead of Misty speaking, Snow did.

"I already picked out clothes. Go get ready for the Reaping." Since I was the only one old enough to actually be Reaped, I rolled my eyes and went to get ready.

I wore a button down white shirt and a pair of black denim jeans. Why get too overly dressed? It's not like the Capitol deserved it.

When I finished I went downstairs to start cooking breakfast, when I noticed that it was already made. And that all of the gang was there.

"Hey." I said as I took seat near Snow. As I sat down, a long, loud and obnoxious noise came out from underneath me.

The whole room cracked up.

"Sorry man, I couldn't resist." Raphael laughed. He had put a freaking Whoopie-Cushion on my seat.

"Whatever. Want some salt?" Raphael was eating my eggs, in my house and he decided to make a fool of me? Let's see about that.

"Yeah, your eggs are lacking." I handed it to him, he went to put some one, the lid came off, spilling the entire contents of the salt shaker onto his eggs.

I thought it was hilarious.

However Mason did not. "Stop being so immature. Don't you guys understand that today is suppose to be serious?" I nodded my head.

"Yeah, I do. But I just don't care." Raphael snickered at his own joke.

"You don't care, that two of our friends, family members, neighbors, get Reaped and then killed every year? You don't care that innocent children die?" Raphael's face whitened.

"Hmm, I didn't think so." Mason smirked and turned back to his breakfast.

"You're such a jerk Mason." His twin sister Akale chastised him.

The twins resembled each other, though, there were a few differences. Akale had deep chocolate brown eyes and auburn hair. While Mason had hazel eyes and a redder type of auburn.

"I'm sorry Akale. But they are always pranking and it gets annoying after awhile." Mason had a scowl on his face because of being punished by Akale.

"It does, but with Raphael and Cloud being best friends, you have to deal with it." She laughed and smiled at the two of us.

Raphael's face finally recovered to normal. "Sorry, Akale." The light in his eyes shifted to admiration. I shook it off.

She smiled at him again. "It's fine. Mason just needs to remove the stick in his butt." Everyone cracked up, except for Mason of course.

"It's time to go." Mason mumbled. We all trudged out to the town square and separated into our separate pins.

Tayla Rose Ashwood

The atmosphere of the Square was eerie and silent. We were one of the districts that didn't host Careers. So as you can probably tell, not everyone was happy about the Reaping. The only thing I was happy about was the fact that my sister Maria Lee couldn't be Reaped. Well, not yet.

There's a lot of uncertainty being dished around.

"Once again we are here to celebrate the anniversary of the up bringing long ago. The outcome has been presented to you with the Hunger Games…" We always get the proper, fruity Escorts from the Capital. Annoying right? Fancy-Pants droned on and on about some crap I really didn't care about.

"So, without further-a-do," Sprinkles smiled, making a huge waving motion with his arms. "Your Female Tribute for District Seven is…" I watched as he faced the task of trying to stick his overly pudged hand into the bowl that held all the female names. I bit my cheek, tasting blood, trying not to laugh.

Oh, I just can't help it.

I busted out laughing. "Come one Tub-Tubs! Sometime today!" I shouted, a laugh in my throat making my voice sound strangled. Laughter erupted throughout the Square. My eyes widened. I really need to learn how to control my mouth.

Peacekeepers started making there way towards the "Female Fourteen" pin, around the same time that I started making my way to the center of the pin-as far away from them as possible.

I couldn't help but think that the Capital was getting a kick out of this.

My short blue dress whipped around me as I escaped farther and farther into the crowed.

That's when I felt someone grab my wrist. I whirled around, prepared for a fight with the Head Peacekeeper himself, apparently disruptions of one of the most sacred events is highly frowned upon.

Whatever.

My fist was poised, ready to snap back and cause serious damage to someone's face, when I noticed whose face it was.

"Sophie?" I asked. She had a brilliant smile one her face.

"Was that you Tayla?" I stared at her with, what I hoped, was fake confusion.

"What ever do you mean?" I cracked a smile as my eyes widened in faux innocence, my hand flattened out from its fist and found its place home at my chest, over my heart.

She shook her head, but laughed none-the-less.

"You realize that-" Sophie was cut off as Glitters finally got the slip of paper that would undoubtedly ruin someone's life.

"Okay!" His voice was hoarse, I'm thinking from embarrassment (I wonder why?). He unfolded the paper and read, I stared in amusement, some unlucky saps name was on that paper. I just hoped it wasn't Sophie's.

Boy, was I right or what? It sure wasn't her name…

But mine.

Karmas a/an (insert swear word of your choice here).

Cloud Rivera

The laughing ceased as our Escort "Tub-Tubs" picked a name from the bowl.

Tayla Rose Ashwood.

I watched as a small girl, with long beautiful black hair and crystal blue eyes, who was wearing a short shredded blue dress, came from the Female Fourteen Pin. She sauntered up to the stage as if she owned the place. I would of gladly handed everything over to this girl, if I owned anything of importance. She seemed to intrigue the crowd. That is until she opened her mouth.

"So, Tubby-kins? Going to ask for any volunteers?" She rolled her sapphire blue eyes at the large man. He immediately frowned as he put two and two together and got the answer that she was the one who had started the uproar.

"Any volunteers for this little brat?" Tayla faked being shocked, I'm sure she's been called much worst.

When no one raised their hands or shouted out in exuberance to happily take the little twerps place the Escort turned and face Tayla and smirked. In return Tayla shrugged and waved at the crowed. As she mouthed "Dumb-ass" and pointed towards the Escort. And yet again she started another uproar.

The Escorts face turned a deep scarlet red and turned to the male bowl.

"The Male Tribute for District Seven is…" I sighed, I just wanted it to be over already. "Cloud Rivera!"

I blanked there for a second…did he say Cloud Rivera? Nah, I must be mistaken.

"Uh, hello? Cloud? Yeah, get your skinny arse up here! I'm hungry and I just want to wrap this thing up, okay?" I heard Tayla's nagging voice carry from the stage. The Escort blanched at her rudeness.

I couldn't have done it better myself.

I turned to Raphael and saw the confusion on his face. I patted his shoulder and headed towards the stage. I heard Akales sniffles before I saw them, somehow Mason had gotten to her pin and was comforting her. I gave a small smile and wave in there direction. This just mad Akale cry harder.

I bounded up the stage and almost ran into the slight form of Tayla.

"Whoa stallion! Slow down boy." I glared at her.

"Well, you did say to hurry up." She smiled at me.

"Touché."

The Escort mumble something about not being paid enough to mess around with a bunch of annoying (a word that I'm pretty sure is band from the dictionary).

"There you have it Panem! Your two, amazing," Was that sarcasm I detected? "Tributes from District Seven…" I zoned out as the Escort gave the last of his little speech.

Tayla Rose Ashwood

I nearly barfed as the train moved back and forth on its way to the beloved Capital. I was going through a mental recap of my goodbyes.

Heartfelt, I know.

My mom and little sister were the first ones to come in and visit me.

My mom had tears streaming down her cheeks, which I quickly and firmly wiped away.

"Please Tayla, please come back home. I've already lost your father. I can't bare to lose you." Her eyes shone with more unshed tears. I nodded my head, to chocked up to say anything. My mom and sister were everything to me. My dad passed away when I was five, we were each others everything. He was my world, and vice versa. Ever since then I kept my mom and sister upright.

Gee, and people wonder why I'm always so crabby.

I cleared my throat. "I promise mom, I swear to you, that I will be back and safe as soon as this is over. I'll do anything to win." On that note she smiled. Her eyes red and puffy, her smile watery from crying. And yet she was still beautiful. She was my mom, and I couldn't let her break twice, not when she was barely fully healed from the last heartbreak.

"Tay?" My little sister tugged on my dress, forcing me look down at her.

"Yes Maria?" She sniffled, her eyes mirrored mine with being bright blue, they seemed brighter with the tears that shone brightly in them. She wasn't afraid to hide them.

"You will come back right?" I nodded my head. Her entire face lit up. "Will you win for me?" It was the sweetest thing anybody had ever asked them, to when for her. I nodded my head again.

"I'll win for all of us. For our family." The smile that broke across her face happened to break something else.

My heart.

I sighed, remembering how my mom and sister left abruptly after that, I had more visitors, but I didn't really want to see them. I wanted my sister back, and my moms comforting hugs and small kisses on my cheek.

I twirled the coin in my hand that use to be my fathers. It has a poem and the meaning of my name on it.

Tayla meant 'tailor' my dad and I found this hilarious considering I couldn't sew anything to save my life.

The poem was in a special ancient language my dad taught me when I was little.

The next people to visit was Sophie and her older brother Max. They were my only friends in this whole freaking District.

So maybe I was a little arrogant, but come one, half the people in the district are either low-lifes that gamble away all of their life earnings. Or are super rich.

I fall somewhere in between, the too smart to gamble-but two dumb to make a ton.

Ha-ha. Man I crack myself up.

"Tayla? Man, that was great!" Max laughed as he came in. He saw my expression and tear streaked cheeks and stopped dead in his tracks.

Tayla Rose Ashwood never cried…

Well, almost never.

I tried to smile at him, but it turned out to be a grimace. "Yeah Max, it was great." I gave a strangled laugh.

"Tayla…oh darlin'." Sophie gasped as she came in after her brother.

She sat beside me and brushed away my tears. She smoothed my hair back and gave me a weak smile.

"There's no need to cry. Your coming back." Sophie tried to reassure me. I just stared at her, letting her see the defeat and weakness that I would never let my mom or sister see. Sophie was my soul mate. No, not like that. As in, she was my other half, my best friend. She knew what was wrong, why, how and all the tiny little details in-between. It's like she could read my freaking mind.

I gave a sarcastic laugh, "We both know that that's never going to happen. I'm done and finished for. I'll never get married, have kids, my first kiss…" I trailed off listing the things I'll never get to do in my short life span.

"Hey! That's not true." Max interrupted.

My brows bunched up in confusion.

"We kissed! Remember?" He laughed. Referring to when I was twelve and he was fourteen, he was my first kiss.

"That hardly counts." He glared at me. "I mean, I want a hardcore, earth shattering, firework explosion kiss."

"And what? I didn't do that." I exhaled in exasperation.

"I was twelve!" He actually looked dejected and hurt.

"Max, how about you wait outside? I'll call you in when its your turn to talk to Tayla." She looked pointedly at the door.

"Yeah, yeah." He mumbled as he slammed the door.

"What size stick does he have up his a-"

"He loves you, duh."

"I love him too…" I said replying in the same duh tone she used. He was one of my best friends.

"No, like love…love." She said, trying to get me to understand…oh.

"Oh." I mean, I've always had a little crush on Max. He was what every girl wanted. Tall, dark hair, deep mysterious eyes…muscles. A 'hottie' or whatever girls these days say. I wasn't superficial enough to let him know how I felt. He already had a ton of girls pawning after him, he didn't need his best friend and fourteen your old girl obsessed.

"Yeah, it would mean the world to him if you came back." She looked down and I saw a small tear slide down her cheek and drip on her black dress. "It would mean the world to me if you came back, you're my best friend, I can't lose you."

After I assured her that I would come back she decided to go get Max and send him in. She asked me to tell him that I was in love with him, as he was with me.

"Please? It would be the best thing for him to think that at least you loved him, if it's the last thing you say to him."

"I thought you said I was coming back!" She glared and told me to 'Just do it.'

Whatever.

It's not like Sophie couldn't survive without me. Sure, we were best friends. So what? She'd be upset that I was gone, maybe cry, be broken for awhile. But she'd find somebody else. Someone to help put the pieces back together.

But when you're in love with someone? Nothing can ever help you put back those pieces. I should know, I was in love. With my dad, and again, no not like that.

Let me enlighten you.

I believe that we all have soul mates. In everything. Best friend, family, lovers, animals…ect.

Sophie was my best friend soul mate. Sure, her soul may be ripped, but it could be easily sewn back together.

It's a completely different story with my dad. I loved him, with everything. Heart, soul, being, mind.

That's when your in love with someone. They're your everything and vice versa.

Creepy? Sorry.

That's why I can't let Max go feeling like this. I loved him, in love with him? I doubt it.

I'm not afraid of acting though.

"Tayla?" I looked up as Max came in, unshed tears evident in his eyes.

"Max." I smiled at him, trying to make it a little bit easier.

"I love you." He sighed, like it had been bottled up all these years.

"I know, I love you too." He grinned at me. Right as there was a knock at the door.

"Time to go." The Peacekeeper growled.

Wow, they certainly don't teach hospitality in Peacekeeper school.

"Yeah, yeah. Hold on." I growled right back. The Peacekeeper did not like that.

"You cant forget this." Max yelled as the Peacekeeper tried man-handling me out the room. I shot my leg out and kneed him in…(insert place of choice here). He fell to the ground with a groan.

Max handed me my coin. The one I would of left behind if it weren't for him. Tears pulled from my eyes. He gathered me in a huge.

"Maybe when you come back I can give you that huge explosive kiss you want?" He winked at me.

I laughed.

I was definitely coming home.

A/N SO? No question for this chapter. My dad keeps yelling at me to get off. Whatever. So double points for an amazing review. Okay? Let me know if were pleased or not, I kinda liked it.