This is my third chapter of the day!

In answer to the question about the escort's POV, it's to show the reader that the Capitol think Marcel really volunteered to be with his girlfriend.

To nighttimephoenix, one of Venice's other forms came through. Which one should I use?

Also, can you guys help fill up ExtraordinaryAmy's SYOT?

Thinking...

I have nothing else to say. Except enjoy!

Amy Scotts, D12

I dreamt last night. I always dream when I'm back from the closet that has become my second home. Elena, my little sister, often goes with no food when I'm in the cupboard so we both starve. I don't know how I'm still alive.

I'm often sneaking over to my friend Paige's place. Her mum pays me for working at the grocery store but I've kept it a secret from my mum. Elena has too. We both know she'd spend it all at the Hob on alcohol. Then I'd be locked in the cupboard and we'd both starve.

The Seam kids think we're so lucky. But we're really not.

I crouch down on the ground and fine the fault in the fence. I like to practice with my bow sometimes. Just in case I get Reaped.

I'm going into the Games this year. I've decided it's the best thing to do. Either it'll end this miserable existence I call my life, or I'll win and Elena and I will be free. We've decided that if I don't win, Elena can volunteer next year and either join me or have a better life.

That's why I practice with my bow. But no one knows that's the real reason.

Elena and I trudge to the Reaping in matching pink dresses. I meet up with Paige and Lucy in the fourteen year olds section and we begin to suffer through the Video.

Quentin Fake, D12

I like drawing. When Rick's family took me in, they pretended I was a Merchant like them, not from the Seam. They enrolled me in art class at school. I really enjoy it. The teacher says I'm getting quite good. But she says that to everyone so I don't believe her.

As Rick and I make our way to the Reaping, we spot our friend Veronica. She passes each of us a small red rose and says "If it's us..." She doesn't say more. She doesn't need to.

We stand nervously with the other fifteen year olds. Everyone has fear and uncertainty written across their faces. In Twelve, we stand no chance. We've had one Victor- Carla Blush- and she won by hiding and evading until the Careers starved. She got lucky. The Cornucopia had no food that year.

But that won't happen again. So we stand no chance.

Amy, D12

And I've done it. A small Seam boy catches my eye as I walk up to the stage. He looks confused. Probably because I'm Twelve's first ever volunteer. But I just go up to the stage all the same.

The escort seems unsure of what to do so I pick out a name from the Reaping bowl to indicate. She comes back to reality and picks out the Seam boy I was staring at. It's then that I glance at the slip of paper between my fingers.

Elena Scotts.

I found Quentin Blake- I mean Fake!- hard to write so I tried to focus on Amy. This chapter is short, I know, but just deal with it! I'm going to give them a bit of extra speculation in the Games to make up for it.

And now, read below to find out what sponsor items are up for grabs. I'm doing away with the points idea. If you want to sponsor, PM me with the tribute and the gift. Sorry, but sponsor gifts are PM-only. Also, not all gifts will be accepted.

Food:

Bread, fruit salad, steak, roast chicken, small cake, biscuits, water, chocolate milkshake, eggs

Weapons:

Knives, arrows, Darts, blowgun, spear

Other:

First aid kit, medicine, poison, coat, tent, sleeping bag, extra clothes, camouflage paint

Any more stuff will be mentioned when it arrives in my mind.

See ya!

~CandyRue