Hey everyone, to clear up the whole Sponsor thing, I haven't been able to pull in enough sponsors for the games, so every tribute creator will sponsor their own tribute! If you have multiple tributes, then for every question you answer, you will take the number of points it says for every tribute.

Ex. I have Fred and George. I answered "How many pages in the book" for 1 point, so my tribute sheet looks like this:

Fred- 1 point

George- 1 point

Yes, all of your points for your different tributes must be kept separate! If you do not know how to sponsor, look at the Sponsor sheet and PM me if you still have questions! And MeanZombieQueen, you can still hold your sponsor spot, dancegurl can sponsor her other tribute ;P Watch the next chapter, because I will be starting Sponsor Questions!

Here is district 3's reapings. It features Samantha Agri and Scott Igill, both created by Kennelle. Yse, District 3 is a career district in my Hunger games, because I don't see why the careerness should skip a district so close to the Capital! So for these games, we are pretending District 3 are careers ;P Also, no one has caught it yet, but I made a mistake in District 2's reapings, saying Finnick was from District two. One of those head banging moments for me ;P I'm surprised no one caught it! I also called the district 2 rep a grape when she was all pink, lol I switched it to pink and forgot to change that, my bad! Lol they can't all be perfect if I'm going for one post a day! Anyways I found myself writing Sam more like a tribute from district 12 than district 3 because she is so unlike most of the careers, with both her poverty and her difference in training. Scott was harder to write in the beginning, I'm not quite sure why,but it got easier as I went on in his perspective. Hopefully I captured their characters right! (Kennelle, there is a note for you after these reapings, so please look at it once your done reading!)I started with the male tribute this time, you'll see why ;P I'd love to hear what you think!

District Three:

Scott Igill:

It was the same as any other day. Wake up, get dressed, eat, brush teeth, school, homework, and then dinner came along. We ate like we always did, and I was about to clear my plate when my father stops me. "Scott, we need to talk," he insists. I sit back down. "what's wrong?" I ask him. "I want you to volunteer for the Hunger games. I think you have a good chance of winning; everyone here does, so I think you should volunteer next year. Volunteer next year, volunteer next year, volunteer next year….."Then I wake up. It's a dream, just a dream. I sigh and get up out of bed. Today is the reaping, today I am going to the Hunger Games.

I don't know how to feel, honestly. I guess I could call myself a career, since I have been training for the games ever since last year when my father told me it was time to go. But I do know that I'm going to win, no matter what, it's going to be me.

I head for the kitchen to eat breakfast. My mother and father are already there. "Good morning Scott," my father greets me. I can tell what he wants to know just by the way he looks at me. "Morning," I say, taking my seat at the table. He is still giving me that look. He's waiting, waiting for me to confirm what he already knows. I'm not going to give him the satisfaction. He can wait and see like the rest of them. "So Scott, do you have anything you want to tell us?" he asks. "I'm volunteering," I blurt out. I break way too easily.

My dad smiles."Good," he replies. "You'll do great, honey," my mom reassures. "And we have saved up our money," she begins glancing at my father. Now this is odd. I've never heard anything about this before. "…So we think we are going to be able to sponsor you!" she finishes. Them sponsor me? It comes as a shock. "I've been taking extra shifts at work, but it still won't be able to buy much. Maybe we'll be able to get you a loaf of bread, or some water, maybe a roll of bandages or two, but at least it is something," she finished. I smile and give her and my dad a huge hug. "No, it means the world to me, thank you," I say. It really does, knowing that I have their full support.

After we are done eating, I run upstairs to finish getting read. First I take a shower. It helps to clear my head. After I am out, I grab my reaping clothes out of my closet. It's just a white shirt and a pair of black pants, nothing to fancy, so I slip them on. I take a look at myself in the mirror. I see a tall muscular guy with curly brown hair and ashen skin. I see him going into the arena and fighting, but do I see him winning? Yes, I do. I see him struggling to make the last stretch, but finally killing his opponent then before he is pulled up into the hovercraft to prepare for the celebration. Me. That boy is me. I am going to win this.

My fantasy is interrupted by a thud I hear against my window. AS I look out, I see my best friend, Hera, at my window. Hera! I run over and unlock my window to let her in. "Heya Scott," she says, climbing into my room. I close the window behind her. "Hera, what are you doing here?" I ask. "I wanted to see you before the reapings," she says smoothly. "I hate to break it to you, but have you ever thought about using the door? We do have that here," I joke. She can tell I'm not angry, I'm actually glad she came to see me. "Yea, well, I'm not exactly supposed to be here. I only have about five minuets tops," she admits. I laugh and shake my head. "It's good to see you," I say, pulling her into a hug.

"hey, I know you are volunteering, so I got something for you," she says suddenly. She takes the golden bracelet off her wrist and slips it onto mine. It's her favorite. "Hera, I," I start, looking at the bracelet. "No, take it. It's for good luck," she says. "Hera, I,…thank you." I reply. "Scott, I'm really going to miss you," she says softly. "Don't worry, I'll be back before you know it," I encourage her. She is avoiding my eyes. She doesn't like that I am volunteering. I lift her chin up to look at me. "Hera, don't worry about me. I have and always will be your best friend. We're a team, ok? You, me, and Tom, were a team. Best friends stick together, so you can bet I am going to come home." I say. She doesn't reply, she just looks at me. The next thing I know, I can feel her leaning in close to me and pressing her lips against mine. It was quick, and when she pulls away, I can see her feverently blushing as she quickly opens my window and climbs out of my room. I rush to the window after her. She is already running down the street. "I'll see you at the reapings, right?" I yell. She pauses for a few. "Um, y,..yea." she replies before continuing to run back home.

I pull my head in and close my window. What was that about? My head is swimming with questions. Hera is my friend, nothing more. That's the way it has been for years. But now I'm not so sure. I don't know what to think, my mind is a complete mess right now. "Scott! It's time to leave!" my father yells up. Great, it's time to go to the reaping. "Coming," I yell down. Maybe I can sort things out with Hera before the reapings begin.

I rush quickly downstairs and my parents walk me to the square. "Good bye, good luck!" they tell me as I walk to the roped off section marked 15. I can't think of much else except for one thing; Hera. I look around me, but I don't see her, she must not be here yet. It's a hard day for her and her family. They already lost one kid to the games, and are completely against the Capital. Hera is more outspoken about it than her parents, but since she is a minor, it doesn't get her into as much trouble.

I may not have found Hera, but I found Tom. "hey Tom," I greet."What's up, Scott?" he replies smiling. "You ready for this?" he asks. "yea, sure, whatever. Where's Hera?" I ask him. He looks around. "I don't know, I haven't seen her yet. Maybe she is running late," he replies. "Is everything ok? You seem flustered. "yea, I'm fine." I reply. Apparently I'm not too convincing. "Hey, what happened with Hera?" he asks. "I, ..she kissed me," I confess. He looks shocked. "Hera? That's,…" I never got the chance to find out what he was going to say because the mayor stepped up on stage. "Attention everyone," he began. Everything fell silent as he told us the story of the Hunger Games. I couldn't pay attention. I still couldn't find Hera. Then our district representative, Launny Koruner stepped up on stage. "Hello district 3, how are you all doing today?" she began. "Great, oh ya just great," I wanted to reply. But I kept my mouth shut. Where was Hera? I kept looking for her as Launny announced our mentors for this year. Then she got to the tribute. Fishing around in the reaping ball, she pulled out a slip of paper. What she had to say made me freeze in my tracks. "and the Girl, the girl tribute for the 76th Hunger Games is…Hera Mason!"

I freeze and turn to stage. Hera? No that can't be right. It can't be Hera! But oddly enough, no one approaches the stage. "Hera Mason!" Launny announces again. Still, no one comes up to stage. "Is there a Hera Mason out there?" Launny asks, struggling to keep her temper. Immediately the crowd breaks out into whispers, especially my section. Hera, where could she be? "She's gone!" I hear someone shout. Gone? What does he mean gone? Launy immediately nods to the peacekeepers guarding the square. "Ok, due to technical difficulties, it is obvious that our tribute is very sick and could not make it here today. So, we will draw a new name!" Sick? Hera isn't sick, she was perfectly fine this morning! "and our new tribute is… Samantha Agri!"

My section parts as we let the new tribute go up to stage. I look frantically around for Hera until someone taps me on the shoulder. "I know what happened to Hera," they whisper. "Tell me!" I plead. " They ran for it, late this morning. I saw them; they were sneaking out through the back fences with these large packs ok their backs. I saw the girl drop a note, and so I went to get it." He whispers. "A note? What did it say?" I ask rapidly. "I don't know, there wasn't much. It just had a number on it," the boy replies. "What? What number?" I ask. I need a clue, anything to help me find her. "It just said 13. I don't know any more." My heart sinks. 13? What could that mean? All I know is that they ran for it. She is gone.

I am just turning back around when I hear Launny's voice calling for volunteers. Up onstage is my best friend Tom. Looks like I've got no choice now, I can't leave to go find Hera if my best friend is being sent to the games. "I volunteer!" I cry out, hurrying up to the stage. I give Tom a look as he walks back down. He nods. He'll do everything to try and find out any news about Hera. Meanwhile, me, I've got a game to win. "Hera, I hope wherever you are, that your watching this," I think to myself. "Because I'm going to win this, and then I am coming home and I hope with all my heart that you will join me."

Samantha Agri:

I wake up early before the sun rose, as I do everyday. Looking over to my sister's bed, I see she is still sound asleep. I silently sigh in relief. She is a light sleeper, so I must be careful. Quietly getting up out of bed, I sneak over to my chair and grab my boots and jacket. I don't put them on yet, knowing it will make to much noise. I can't risk Desa waking up. If she wakes up, she will probably tell Bark where I am going. No, he wouldn't let me leave the house, not today. Now here is the tricky part. The door to our room is on the other side of Desa's bed. I tiptoe quietly to the door and turn the handle. Taking a deep breath, I swing open the door. CREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKKKKKKK I wince. It's louder than it usually is. I hold my breath and turn back to Desa. Her eyes are still closed. Whew, I made it.

"Sam, where are you going," I hear her soft voice say. So much for making it out the door. I spin around. "I have got some things to do, but I'll be back in a few hours."I whisper quickly. "But where are you going? You leave every day and you never tell me where you're going. It makes me scared." She quivers. I sigh. She is a lot sneakier than I thought. "Honey, I am going to meet up with a friend, ok?" I tell her, straining to keep my tone calm. I wonder how much she knows, and how much she has told Bark. This could mean trouble. Big trouble." It's that one kid again, right? The one with the brown hair and blue eyes?" Great, apparently she's seen Vince. I better check to make sure…."Hey, you haven't told bark any of this, have you?" I ask her. She shakes her head. "No, but I will if you don't tell me where you're always sneaking off to. It scares me! You aren't doing anything bad are you?" she asks softly. "No, Desa, he is helping me study. He helps me learn and practice before school so I can be extra good. Now go to sleep. I'll l be home soon." Ok, so it's mostly the truth. But I don't want to tell her everything, just in case. I can't afford to loose my training; I've worked to hard to give up now.

As Desa drifts back to sleep, I sneak out the door and over to our front door. My father's boots are gone from their place just in front of the door; he must be out hunting already. Carefully, I open the door and sneak out, closing it behind me. Then I slip on my shoes and jacket and rush quickly down the street and through the alleys slums to our abandoned house. Vince is already there, bag in hand. "you're late," he says with a smile. "yea, well Desa almost caught me today," I say taking the bag from him and hurrying into the house. He follows closely behind. "Be more careful next time, I don't want your brother ripping my head off," he laughs, giving me a playful shove through the door. Vince and I have been friends for seven years. Bark, my overly protective older brother, definitely lives up to his name. He has always been overly protective of me, to the extremes of threatening to kill anyone who makes one wrong move. So as you can guess, I don't have a lot of friends. But Vince wasn't scared. He walked right up to me and said hello, and we have been inseparable ever since. For the past year and a half he has been helping m train with weapons, our latest plan to try and convince Bark I can take care of myself. I've been working hard behind Bark's back, because if he found out that Vince was helping me, he probably would rip his head off, literally. I may not have been very good at first, but Vince and I practice every morning and I am getting really good. I hope to show Bark soon, and maybe it would bargain me some freedom. Maybe.

"So, what do you want to work on today?" Vince asks me as I unload the weapons we have managed to get from the bag. Vince' dad is the town carpenter, and so Vince saves whatever wood scrapes he can get and taught himself how to make bows and arrow shafts out of them. I get the string for the bows and look for nice sharp rock sliver to make the arrowheads. Our products are crude, but they work; and I am becoming an expert had shooting. I shrug."What about knives?" Vince suggests. "It's close for hand to hand self defense and you haven't worked much with them yet." Archery may be my best, but at least we have managed to practice with knives. That will be the number one thing I know my brother will look for in my self defense, if I ever get the guts to tell him about it.

I swiped some knives from the butcher's trashcan a few months ago; they are nice and dull, perfect for practice. I toss one to Vince and keep one for myself. That is one good thing about Vince being my friend. His father trains him for the games, although he never wants to go, he has the knowledge of weapons that can help teach me self defense. Today he shows me a new move. "use it if you are being held from the back, and you can't get out. You simply slide your arms down under theirs like this," he said, showing me, "and stab with the blade flat across, slice and twist like this," he said, using a fake dummy we had put together. We work on this move for a while. It's no where near perfect, but I've got the basics of it down. Then we work on a few more type of cuts and moves until the sun begins to rise up out of the trees. "Oh, I'm going to be late, thanks Vince," I tell him, giving him a quick hug. "See you at the reaping!" he calls out as I run out the door. The reapings, right. For a moment I had almost forgotten.

Living in a district is like living with a tick on your skin. It leeches itself to you and takes the blood that your body makes without doing anything to benefit you. The Capital is the tick. We work hard to make goods and foods, and the Capital takes those things away. Only difference is, we can't exactly pull the Capital out of our lives. It's here for good. And in District three, people actually LIKE it! Some people actually enjoy living under the capital's reign and their whole "Hunger Games"."They are murdering our children! Don't cheer it on, do something!" I want to scream at them. But of course I can't.

When I arrive home, I find my father's boots waiting for me at the front door. I quickly rush back to my room, hoping he hasn't noticed my absence. I hop in bed moments before bark enters. Luckily, he finds me "sleeping" and leaves me to rest in peace. It's a little after 10 when I hear movement in the kitchen and get up for breakfast. I wake Desa and we go into eat. My mother has already laid out a meal and my father is working to preserve the meat he got today. "Good morning mother, good morning father, good morning Bark," I greet as I sit down to eat. Our breakfast is strawberries, cheese, and bread. It's not much, like most days, but we manage.

After eating, I excuse myself to go to my room and get ready. It seems as though my mother has already heated the bath water, so I can get in and scrub up. When I am out, I get dressed in my reaping outfit. It is a red shirt and a lack skirt. It's not much, but it works. I braid the sides of my hair and pull them up to wrap around the back of my head. When I am done, I head out to our family room. Desa is still too young for the reapings, and Bark is too old, so I am the only child in the reapings right now. Boy does that make Bark made! He can protect me all he wants, but he can't protect me from the Capital!

At quarter till 12 we are headed to the town square. I am rushed off to the fifteen year old section. I break out in a smile when I see Vince. He looks hilarious in a long sleeve red shirt and dress pants. This is one of the only days of the year I get to see him dressed up! "How are you feeling?" he asks me. I know why. In district 3 there really isn't such thing as a tesserae, almost everyone can cover their basic needs. But not my family. My brother took tesserae up until he turned 19, then I took one this year. I took it in secret, he would never let me willingly, but we need the food. "I can't complain."

By The time the clock struck twelve, the mayor steps up on stage to tell us the story of the Hunger Games. After that, he invites our district rep, Launny Kourner, up on stage. She isn't as hyper as most of the other districts, but she has a lot of spunk! "Hello District 3! How are we all doing today?" She cries into the mic." Let's pick out our mentors for this year" Of course she chooses Rali Simkpons and Derg Gusher. Then she moves onto the tributes. She reaches her hand into the bowl and fishes out a slip of paper. "And the Girl, the girl tribute for the 76th Hunger Games is….

Hera Mason!" No one comes up to stage. "Hera mason!" Launny announces again. "Is there a Hera Mason out there?" she is starting to slip out of her cheery voice, probably thinking what a fool she looks like right now. Still no one comes up to stage. A series of whispers breaks out in the crowd. "There gone!" someone shouts. Immediately, Launny jerks her head to a group of peacekeepers guarding the entrance square. "Ok, due to technical difficulties, it is obvious that our tribute is very sick and could not make it here today. So, we will draw a new name!" she fishes quickly around in the bal for a new name as fast as she can. "and the new tribute is…Samantha Agri!"

I am in shock. Out of all the names, they pick some kid that has decided not to show up. And now I'm taking her place! Me! I am going to the Hunger Games, I am going to he Hunger Games. I turn to Vince; he is in just as much shock as I am. I slowly make my way through the crowd and up to the stage. No one volunteers. I am going to the Hunger Games. I am pretty much zoned out until a volunteer, Scott Igill, comes up to take the place of Tom Markon. That's when my brain snaps. I may be going to the games, but now I have the chance to get the freedom I have always wanted. "You can't protect me here, Bark," I think to myself. I am going to win this thing; and then I am going to come home and I'll be free.

Kennelle-Your tribute is going to get a sponsor gift in the games from his "Parents" so no worries about sending it and it taking away from your points, I've got it covered! I hope you liked the thing with Hera, I had to make the goodbye earlier than you wanted, but I thought it might be fun!