A/N - Here is District Three! That 'three updates a day' thing is working out REAL well for me, right? :l haha, sorry. Things have come up, and I've appeared to be more busy than I expected for the past few days.

Anyways, enough of my excuses. Enjoy!

I groan loudly as the sun shines in my face, waking me up. I like Reaping Day, because I like sleeping in, but this sun is not letting me.

I get up and close the blinds with unnecessary force, and they crash, making a loud noise, I wince, knowing Gigi won't be happy with the noise.

Sure enough, she comes barging in a few seconds later.

"Harold! What are you doing?" She says angrily, "I'm trying to sleep!"

"Gigi, stop yelling at him," My dad says, rubbing his head as he appears in the room. "I'm sure he didn't mean to make all the noise."

Gigi just scoffs and leaves the room in a huff. Gigi has never liked me much, ever since she was born. She would always cry when I tried to hold her, and now she's mad that I take up all of dad's time, but I can't help it.

"Morning, Thinker," My dad says, smiling at me. "How about we get some breakfast?"

"But dad!" I contest, "I wanted to sleep some more!"

"It's almost ten o'clock!" He says, laughing a little bit. "I think you've slept enough. How about you take a shower and I'll make some eggs?"

"Okay," I say, reluctantly looking at my bed. "Make mine scrambled!"

I hop in the shower and get myself all ready for the Reaping, making sure I look extra nice for the event, you never know what could happen.

As I make my way downstairs, I hear my dad and Gigi talking quietly.

"We're down to his last pills," My dad says nervously, they are talking about me. "We don't have enough money to get more anytime soon."

"Don't worry, dad," she says, sympathetically, "It will all be fine."

"How great would it be to win the Games?" My dad says desperately, "All our problems would be solved!"

Gigi just snorts, like it's an absurd idea. I, however, realize what I should do. I'm going to volunteer.

I walk in to the kitchen and eat breakfast with the two of them, not telling them of my plans. I want it to be a surprise, they will be so proud!

After I'm done eating, I decide to go pay Leela a visit. I walk to her house, which is only a few blocks away. I ring the doorbell and her mom answers.

"Hello there, Thinker!" She says, smiling at me. I wish my mom hadn't left us after I was diagnosed. "Are you here to see Leela?"

"Yes, ma'am," I say, and she goes to get Leela and brings her to the door. She looks as beautiful as ever.

"Hi, Leela!" I say, happily and she smiles and waves back at me. She has a real nice smile.

"Hi, Thinker!" She says back. She is dressed in a nice pink dress, and she's all ready for the Reaping. She's not going to volunteer like me, but she still has to look nice.

We talk for a few minutes, then I realize the time and start to make my way back home, it's almost time for me to volunteer.

The eccentric blonde District Three escort, Geena Free surveys the crowd, smiling.

"Hello District Three!" She says, "Did you miss me?"

There is little response, for citizens of District Three are not big fans of the Hunger Games. She ignores the unhappy crowd and continues with her bubbly attitude.

"Let's Reap a girl first, shall we?" She pulls out a slip of paper with the name of the unlucky District Three female who will partake in the Games. "Opal Spake!"

A young girl, maybe thirteen, starts to make her way towards the stage, she hugs a little boy in the eleven year old section, he must be her brother.

She bravely takes her place on the stage, her face isn't showing much emotion.

"Lovely!" Geena says, "Now, let's move onto the boys!

She fishes her hand through the sea of male names, and pull out a slip.

"Gary Kinkle!" She yells out to the crowd, but after a moment, there is an unexpected cry to volunteer. District Three rarely ever has volunteers.

"My, my!" Geena says as a boy with black hair mounts the stage.

Suddenly, there is a cry from the crowd.

"Thinker? Harold!" A man cries out, "What are you doing?"

"What's your name, honey?" Geena asks, ignoring the man who continues to yell and cry.

"My name is Thinker Beleev, and I'm gonna make my family proud!"

"You most certainly are, Thinker!" Geena says, patting the boy on his back. "There you have it, our District Three tributes!"

I sit in the fancy room in the City Hall, awaiting my family to come visit me. I know I won't have many friends to come visit, but I do know my family will be here.

I didn't expect to get reaped for the Games, but I'm not completely torn up about it. It is what it is, and there's not much I can do to change it. Crying won't do anything.

I hum a tune while I wait, a melody that I made up all by myself. I really love music, it makes me feel happy.

I suddenly hear the door open, and see my family make their way in. My mom and dad appear to be freaking out, like I knew they would.

Yancy, Kaylan, and Blackberry, my siblings, don't seem to be doing too bad, they look sad, but not as bad as my parents.

"Oh, Opal!" My mother says, holding me in her arms, "My poor Opal! I wish I could've volunteered to take your place!"

My dad nods, as if to agree.

My parents are very good people, don't get me wrong, but they are extremely protective. If there is one thing good about being reaped, it means that I can escape their constant babying me.

Yancy gives me a hug next, he is my older, adoptive brother. My parents adopted him a few years ago, when he was my age, he is sixteen now. My parent saw him in the shelter and felt so bad for him, they adopted him, and have spoiled him ever since. Sometimes, they forget they have other children, too.

Kaylan hugs me next, he's my eleven year old brother. He's probably my favorite sibling because he doesn't annoy me as much as the other two do.

Then, there is Blackberry, and she is just your average annoying little sister, she is only nine years old.

We exchange goodbyes, my parents are crying quite a lot, and even Blackberry cries a little. The boys are more kept together, neither of them cry, but they look somber.

The peacekeepers escort them out, and, as expected, I have no other visitors. I am lead the train, where I will ride to the Capitol.

A/N - I really liked these two, as well.

Thinker was so interesting to write! For those of you who didn't catch on - Thinker has ADHD, and Leela has down syndrome. He is such a complex character, and I think he's wonderful, kudos to the creator, you really outdid yourself!

Opal is great, too, so mature for her age and deep.

Review and let me know what you think!

Maybe another update later, if I can find time to write it!