A/N: I'm back! Happy (early) Thanksgiving to all my American readers, and Happy (early) Hanukkah to all of my Jewish ones! (Being a Jewish American, those are the ones I know about lol) Um, trying to think of things to say, but I got nothing except enjoy the chapter, and these are two unknown tributes, so I hope that you enjoy.

District Three

Angel Solar, 16, District Three Female

"I don't wanna go!"

"Shhh, Flicker, it'll be fine. You're only twelve. You'll be fine." Angel comforted her younger sister, desperately trying to believe it herself.

"Yeah, Flicker, I've been in the Reaping for two years now, and I'm still here, aren't I?" Angel's other sister, Flare, chimed in.

Well, technically they weren't her actual sisters, but her parents had adopted them when they were small, and even though it was only for more people to clean, Angel had quickly grown close with them. When her parents left, leaving Angel with two younger children, she had become the mother of the family. Even though Flare was only two years younger.

Angel nodded, confirming Flare's statement. Flicker would be fine. Wouldn't she? She was only twelve, and had taken one tesserae because Flicker, being stubborn, had insisted. While Angel, on the other hand, had taken three tesserae a year, culminating into sixteen slips in that little bowl.

Angel smoothed her blue dress, grabbed both of her sisters' hands, and marched out the door.

A few minutes later, they had arrived at the Market Square, where the Reaping always took place.

"Finger."

A Peacekeeper, sounding bored, grabbed Angel's hand and put it on the needle contraption. It jabbed her, and she moved it over to the identity confirmation spot.

"Identity confirmed. Angel Solar, you may proceed." a robotic voice announced.

The process repeated with Flare and Flicker, with Flicker wincing a bit at her jab. She had never liked needles.

The three of them walked into the square, holding hands until they had to separate.

Angel caught sight of her boyfriend, Spark, over in the spectator section. At nineteen, he had aged out of the Reaping, and she wished that she could join him with Flare and Flicker. But she only had two years left, so hopefully she would soon.

"Attention, District Three! Welcome to the Reaping of the Eightieth Annual Hunger Games!" The escort, a charismatic individual named Emerald, announced their presence at the Reapings.

"Today is a momentous occasion. It is the first Hunger Games where our lovely President Celestia Snow has taken full control of her Presidential duties, and we have a unified Panem."

It seemed like they were reading off of some cards, but perhaps that's how Emerald talked.

"Let us be glad, let us be grateful that the reign of President Snow (the first one) has ended, and a new era has descended upon Panem!" Emerald struck a triumphant pose, and after a polite smattering of applause, they continued. "First, we will introduce our mentors! Ladies, gentlemen, and everyone in between, Cache Dell and Gadge Night!"

The audience applauded, Cache and Gadge were popular in the district, and had many friends. Personally, Angel thought that Gadge was a bit standoffish, but she was friendly, and seemed like she'd be a good mentor.

"Now, let's pick the tributes. Ladies first!" Emerald continued, not missing a beat. They slowly lowered their hand into the bowl, and drew out a slip.

Angel held her breath, hoping, praying, for there not to be a name she recognized.

"Flicker Solar!"

Angel gasped, and then steeled herself to speak.

"I volunteer!"

Mark Outlet, 18, District Three

A child screamed.

"No! Angel, no!"

The girl who had volunteered, evidently named Angel, adjusted her posture and walked determinedly to the stage.

"What's your name, dear?" Emerald asked gently.

"Angel. Angel Solar." the girl said.

"Oh. Oh dear, that was your sister, wasn't it?"

"Yes." Angel said quickly, then tightened her jaw, as if she was trying not to cry.

Another cry emerged from the crowd. Angel's sister obviously loved her very much.

"Well." Emerald paused, obviously unsure of what to say.

"I suppose we must move on now." Cache quietly prompted.

"Yes, I suppose we must." Emerald said, rather loudly.

After an awkward pause, Emerald continued.

Mark held his breath. He wasn't exactly afraid of being Reaped, he would react with acceptance, but obviously he would rather not be. He had his two elderly parents at home, he had his job, he had his girlfriend, Irma. He loved Irma more than anything in the world, and since he wasn't as wealthy as she was (her father ran the shoe shop), he thought that he would never have a chance with her. Surprisingly, when he asked her out a year ago, she accepted, and they had been going steady ever since. He worked as a programmer, and he worked with the passion he used in every part of his life. He was good at his job, and he liked it very much. His parents, May and Kel, both worked with computers (May as a village programmer and Kel as a coder) and they had taught him everything he knew. He thought that he could survive the Games, but he was unsure if the other tributes would let him.

Of course, that was only if he got Reaped. If he didn't, he could marry Irma and have a family with her, as he wouldn't be eligible for the Reapings anymore.

Being caught up in his own thoughts, he didn't hear Emerald's statement.

"Mark Outlet? Mr. Outlet, are you there?"

Oh. That was him. He was Reaped. All of his careful planning had gone down the drain, and he was Reaped for the Hunger Games. He should probably start moving now.

"I'm here. I'm here." he responded, and made his way up to the stage.

"Well, how nice. Ladies and gentlemen and everyone in between, your tributes, Angel Solar and Mark Outlet!"

Angel and Mark shook hands, and were led off the stage by Peacekeepers to the Justice Building of Three. He looked back at the only home he'd ever known, and felt a stab of sadness to be leaving his district.

A/N: I hope that you liked this chapter! As it's Thanksgiving break for me, I'll be writing more, so expect D4 and possibly 5 this week! All my stuff has calmed down, play's over, etc. so hopefully updates will not be as sporadic. I'm putting IAE (In Annabeth's Eyes) on hiatus for the foreseeable future, so if you're looking for updates there, sorry, but I can't do that and this and plus I'm writing a book! I know, great idea. *rolls eyes* If you want to read the prologue, go to Wattpad and it's there. My pen name there is daughter_of_wisdom07 over there so go check it out! Anyways, rambling as usual, so I'll try to keep the rest short cause I'm too lazy to delete stuff. Ok, so remember to ask me questions and I'll answer them in the second A/N on the D12 Reapings. Try and spot the Wicked reference in Mark's POV, and comment it for the prize of bragging rights and my admiration. Speaking of Wicked, they're performing at the Macy's Day Parade and so is SIX, so I'm very excited! I'm actually listening to SIX right now, so yeah. Love musicals and after this I'm going to go watch the Hadestown and Beetlejuice ones from I think 2019. If you know me, you know that I love musicals and Hadestown is my FAVORITE. Ok, more rambling, so let's go to questions.

1. Who do like better, Angel or Mark? Why?

2. Who do you think has a better chance of winning?

3. Of the tributes you've seen so far, who has been your favorite and least favorite?

Happy Thanksgiving and Hanukkah! Love you guys!

Annabeth