Okay. So, currently there are six spots left. Wow! I'm so happy they filled so quickly. I can't wait to get on with writing the Reapings, but I need all my tributes first.

So I decided to submit a little more from Aura and Haven!

Yes, their chapters are short, but once I collect the tributes you will be scrolling down the chapters with your mouth partially open, thinking to yourself: 'When does this chapter end?' Well, not really. But they'll be pretty long.

So, with no further ado, chapter 2! yes. That rhymed. Am I not a genius?

Chapter Two: The Truth

Haven's legs stretched out, her toes pointed, as she swung them in time with the movement of her swing. She stood out here in the Capitol playscape: she, like Aura, wore no make up, and wore simple, casual clothes - a short denim skirt and a plain white T shirt. Her overall appearance - the usual dark skin of District Eleven, the big brown eyes. The dark, dark hair - now tied into two braids.

'Come on, Haven,' called Aura. 'Come on, we need to get home.'

'Oh!' cried Haven. 'Oh, yes! You're right - Da said we needed to be home by six o'clock!'

'That's right,' replied Aura, closing her book and tucking it into her purse. 'You wouldn't want to displease Mr. Jaime.'

Haven's brow scrunched in concentration as she leaped with nine year old grace off the swing and onto the sandy floor below. The swing rocked around wildly, madly, from side to side, as if confused by its sudden lack of a load on it.

'I heard you talking to Da last night.' Haven reported. 'What Game? Why would it put Faith in danger?'

Aura sighed, taking her sister's hand and they began to walk out of the park and down the street. 'You...you'll find out soon enough.'

Haven scowled. 'Yeah, Aura, because that's just so fair. Faith is my sister, too! And what is the Game?'

'Something bad that Mr. Jaime is doing,' Aura said at once. She figured there was no reason not to tell her sister now - tomorrow they would watch the Reapings of all twelve districts and she would hope to God that nobody she knew from back home got picked. And Haven could always read a newspaper. Actually, that was very likely. Haven, her little journalist - always in pursuit of knowledge, of the truth.

'What bad thing? Is someone gonna get hurt?' Haven's eyes were wide.

'Yeah, Haven - people are going to get hurt and people are going to die.'

Haven's eyes stretched even wider. 'And Da has something to do with it? Has Da gone bad?'

'No. Mr. Jaime was always bad. But yes, he's behind it. Him and President Snow.' A/N: This President Snow is not the same one from the books. It is his son.

'How is it a game if people are going to die?' whispered Haven. 'I mean...I love Da! Just because you don't doesn't mean I have to.'

We have to stay with him, Aura thought bitterly. Because if we don't - we'll die! If we leave, what if he hurts Faith - if she is still alive, that is?