So, this is my first SYOT. You all know what that means. Please submit your own tribute! Also, please fill out this form.

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Alrighty, then. Please fill that out and PM it to me.. Also, I will begin this story using Sten. He has nothing to do with the story. He lives in District 11, but has nothing to do with the tributes. He's just going to introduce the plot, and vanish! So, anyone considering doing 11 doesn't have to accommodate to Sten.

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I love the orchard.

It's kind of strange, I know. I'm a seventeen year-old boy, with bulky muscles, and I work in the orchard, picking apples. But I grew up here, and I can't imagine working anywhere else. All my older brothers plow the fields for planting, harvest the wheat, but I love to climb the apple trees and breathe the fresh air, so high in the sky. I can escape anything here.

I exhale. No, I can't escape everything. Especially not the Reaping. I'm filled with dread. This is Tori's first Reaping. She's twelve now. I wouldn't be able to bear it if my baby sister got Reaped.

I clear this thought from my mind. Of course she won't. She's never taken out tesserae, so she'll be fine.

I hope.

No. Don't think like that.

I trudge home to get ready for the Reaping. I sigh.

I'm in that glass ball six times. That's nothing compared to some of the other kids in District 11, but I'm still terrified.

I'm holding my breath. Please, don't let it be Tori. Please.

"And this year's lucky girl will be..."

Tori is not reaped. I mean, of course not. Neither is Sten. Please review! Remember, I accept PM's ONLY.