I'm looking for a 3 female from Ivolunteerasauthor, an 8 male* (I messed up a minute ago and said female) from Ultimatemaxmericashipper, and a 9 female from Jms2. If you sent in your Tribute, I just overlooked them in my file and please tell me so I look again. Otherwise, I'll do the 12 Reaping, wait a bit, and then reopen the slots.

Rory Harris POV

The cows were the only ones around the farm that weren't nervous, and it was nice to be with them. I checked on them every night to make sure none were missing or injured. They knew when to expect me and always came filing in along the neat path they'd trodden in the grass.

Hattie was always first. She was the head cow, as evidenced by her bell. We only had cows on our farm. Other farms kept bulls, but my parents didn't want aggressive bulls around us children. Once a year we borrowed a stud from next door, but other than that, it was just the girls. And the chickens, the pigs, the sheep, and the goat. I'd already checked on all of them. The cows were always the last to turn in.

"You don't look very excited. Tomorrow is a very important day," I said as I checked Hattie and the others for wounds and tried to count them. She mooed at me and licked the air with her long, black, slimy tongue. The other cows bustled and crowded around in case I'd brought more feed.

"Don't worry, though. I probably won't get picked. There are a lot of people here," I said. Of course, I was more worried than the cows, and I was the only one I was trying to convince. It didn't matter if the chance was small. It was still there.

"Rory!" my mother called from the house. I ran back as the sun set behind me, hoping I'd hear the coyotes howl but only after I was closer to the house. Her eyes were already puffy when I got in, and she wasn't fooling anyone with the fake cheer in her voice.

"You need to get ready for bed. You have a big day tomorrow," she said. When she shut the door after me, she locked it. It was odd, because anything we had that was worth stealing was outside.

Gwen was already in bed, so I was quiet when I got into the room we shared. During the morning feeds, she always came with me and I carried her on my shoulders, just like Dad used to do for me. I was glad she was too small to worry about the Reapings, and would be until I was too old. Then I'd have to worry about her, which was even worse.

It was weird to think that tomorrow everything could change. I could go to the Capitol, and I hardly ever even left the farm. I hadn't gone to school in ages. It just wasn't for me, and I would have failed after eighth grade anyway. I was happy on the farm. I wished the Capitol would leave us alone. We'd give them their milk and beef and they could just let us be.

Zinnia Fraser POV

Prune, Marigold and Malina were all the family I had, and we were all at the Reaping together. I was almost always with one of them, since I crashed at their places whenever their parents let me. My parents weren't in the picture. I did all I could to support myself- I started picking weeds in the field when I was six- but I was still only thirteen. I couldn't do it all myself.

Mostly I hated the Capitol, like everyone else, but I had the oddest soft spot for Snapdragon. She seemed so emptyheaded and dumb, but I really liked all her pretty clothes. We wore a lot of calico and patterns in Eleven, and she fit right in, except hers were way fancier. She was wearing an airy purple fairy dress this time, and I wished I had something that pretty. She called Rory Harris for the boys. I didn't know him, and he reacted like most people. He just looked shocked.

"Zinnia Fraser!" she called, and then I didn't like her anymore. It took a minute for me to understand it was my name, and when I did, I'd just had enough. I sat down, folded my arms, and crossed my legs. They'd have to come get me. And they did. A bunch of Peacekeepers carted me to the stage as I tangled myself up in their feet and squirmed. As soon as they let go, I sat down on the stage with my back to Snapdragon. She tried to take our hands to raise them overhead and ended up awkwardly gripping my folded arm.

My sister Athena and I never got along, but I was glad when she came to visit me. She gave me a necklace with four bottle caps, for her and my three friends, and left. Prune, Marigold, and Malina stayed longer.

"This is so stupid. They can't keep doing this," I said. I wished I could just walk out of Panem and never stop walking. I was done with it all.

"Shhhh," Prune said, and she looked nervously at the door.

"Here they come," I said as the door opened. I scuttled underneath the narrow bench beside the wall and grabbed onto Malina's legs. She folded over me like a clothespin and tried to hang on as the Peacekeepers pried us apart. I couldn't stop them forever, but I made them work for their pay. I tried to keep hating them after all my friends left. Then I could pretend I wasn't scared.