Here are the District 10 and 12 tributes with the chariot rides!

Henry, District 10

When the train arrives, we only have a few hours before my district partner and I are dragged into separate rooms and prepared for the chariot rides. I'm scrubbed, shaved, and combed until I feel like a plucked bird. After I'm given my costume, I look in the mirror and sigh. I do look pretty nice, with any remaining trace of dirt scrubbed off and my hair combed and shining. But the costume, as usual, is fairly disappointing: I'm dressed as a simple farmhand. Yes, our district is the district of livestock, but these are supposed to be costumes, not an accurate portrayal of what we wear every day.

Oh well. Who needs sponsors anyway, right? I halfheartedly thank my stylist and shuffle out the door. Here goes nothing.

Snow White, District 12

"Oh, my."

I turn this way and that, taking in my chariot costume. Truth be told, the costume is dreadful, just dreadful, but they have made me look truly beautiful anyway. I never dreamed that red lipstick and pale powder could create such a wonderful thing. I clasp my hands under my chin and bat my eyes at my reflection for a bit longer. It's truly magical.

Although I do try to avoid looking at the costume. It's a bit disappointing that I won't be able to wear a beautiful dress like some of the other girls. Instead, I'm wearing only a simple minor's costume. But as I think about it some more, I realize that, perhaps, this costume is a good thing after all. It certainly reminds me of home. I smile as I remember all the little men that used to pass my cottage on their way to the mines every day, some of them even singing to one another. I can't resist smiling and giggling to myself. Perhaps all will be all right after all.

Florian, District 12

When we arrive at the carriage, I see my district partner, Snow White, in her costume for the first time. To my surprise, I'm suddenly stricken by her true beauty. She gazes up at me shyly, and I smile and kiss her hand. She looks away bashfully. "You look beautiful," I say. To my surprise, she looks as if she is about to cry. "What's the matter?"

"I just... I wish I looked beautiful... But these dreadful costumes have ruined it."

"Nonsense! Why, these simple costumes will make everyone pay attention to your beautiful face. Look there," I say, pointing as the two District 1 tributes pass us on their way to their own carriage. The girl is quite beautiful, with incredibly long, shining blond hair and round green eyes, and the boy is quite handsome as well, but one would hardly notice that over her sparkling white gown and his sparkling suit. "You see?" I say. "Everyone will be looking at their clothing, no one will notice what their faces truly look like."

She sniffles. "I suppose your right," she says.

"Here, let me help you." I climb into the carriage and then bend down and offer her my hand. She gives me another shy smile before taking it and allowing me to pull her in.

"There," I say once we're all settled. "They're going to love you."

Cinderella, District 10

The crowd cheers as the District 9 carriage lurches forward carrying its two dark-haired, tan tributes. I take a deep breath.

"Are you ready?" Henry asks quietly. I nod.

I plant my feet and manage to keep my balance when, after a few more seconds of waiting, we finally lurch forward after them. I'm happy and relieved when, despite our less-than-thrilling costumes, we receive just as much applause as everyone else. A little girl in the front row throws a bouquet of flowers at us, and Henry lunges forward and catches it. He pulls half of the flowers away and hands them to me. We both wave our half-bouquets up in the air to even more applause, and I smile. I may not be happy to be here, but at least in this moment, I feel special. I've never been the favorite back home, especially after my father died and left me with just my stepmother and her two daughters. When I was reaped, they came to say goodbye, and they didn't seem happy—they're not that horrible—but there certainly weren't any tears shed either. And I couldn't help feeling that their life wouldn't be very different at all without me there, aside from having to find someone else to make their tea. I've always felt invisible. But at least here, for one moment, the whole country finally recognizes me.

Okay, now we're hopefully back on track! Stay tuned for training next Sunday!