So here's the second chapter. It's short. Again. I really need to write longer chapters. Oh, well. Please enjoy!

I won nothing, except for my copies of the books!The Peacekeepers dump you outside. For a minute you're tempted to pound on the doors, demand that they let you back in. But you know that won't do anything but bruise your hands, so you turn and leave.

You walk straight past the crowd, what's left of it anyway. A few people try to talk to you, comfort you maybe, but you don't care. You storm past everyone, and across the meadow, and into the woods. You storm past the tree where you stash your bow, past the berry patch, and to the rock. Where you sat with her, just this morning. It seems so long ago.

You wish that you could follow the train that's surely leaving right now. But you can't. So you look around at the place where you've spent so many afternoons. It takes a second for you to realize that you're crying. You're actually crying. And then you get angry. So angry that you grab the closest thing, a rock the size of your fist, and you throw it the nearest tree. Then another. Then another. You scream once.

Then your tantrum is over. You take a few deep breaths. And you once again adopt the cold demeanor you put out for the world to see.

The next few days pass in a blur. You do the only thing you can do; you hunt. You hunt without her, and you give most of the food you catch to her family.

When the Opening Ceremonies come, you wait anxiously by the worn television. You don't even notice the kids from the other districts; you just wait for her. When she comes you, your mouth falls open. It looks like she's on fire. Her cape, somehow, there are flames coming of it. The sparks trail behind her. But you can still see her. It's still Katniss. You want to just stare at her forever, but it seems like she's there and gone in only a minute.

So you wait for the training scores.

She get's an eleven. You knew she would. She's special.

But you need to hear her talk.

So you wait for the interviews.

You wonder what she's going to do. Whether she's going to adopt the same angry face you have, or if she's going to just stop talking.

But she does none of that.

She's calm. At first. At least she's still acting like herself. And then starts giggling. You clench you hands into fists. Has she sold out? Why is she acting like this? Has Katniss already disappeared?

But then you see her once more, when the interviewer asks about Prim.

"What did she say to you? After the reaping?"

"She asked me to try really hard to win."

"And what did you say?"

And that's when you see your Katniss again. She loses the giddiness she had before, and says with icy determination. "I swore I would." Please, Katniss, please do.

Her interview's done, there's nothing left to worry about now. You barely pay attention as the boy, Peeta, steps up on the stage. He jokes around with the interviewer, he tells funny stories. The audience loves him. But it's when Caesar asks about his home life that you start to pay a bit of attention. Peeta says something about liking a girl, who doesn't know he's alive. Oh, so he'll be playing that angle. Returning to District 12 for some girl who'll finally notice and love him. But when you he says something else, you know that's not his angle. It's something entirely different.

"Winning won't help in my case," he says.

"Why ever not?"

"Because…because…she came here with me."

You must've heard wrong. He's not talking about Katniss. The camera cuts to Katniss, and she looks like she's in absolute shock. You smile. At least she didn't know. Lover Boy's not going to get very far.

So now the interviews are over. There's only one thing left to do. You wait.

And then the day dawns of the Hunger Games. She's going into the arena today. You can no longer fantasize about them announcing there's been some mistake, sending her home. About her coming off the train, tired but alive, and running right into your arms. Kissing her and telling her you love her and never letting her go.

Instead you gaze at the 23 other tributes that are going to try to kill her.

When she stands on that metal circle, you realize something. Katniss will probably fight her way through the opening, and she will probably die. So in that moment, you say to her once more:

I love you. Goodbye.

See what I'm doing? I'm going to TRY to end each chapter with the same phrase. Hopefully, I can work it out.