AN: I know some people are upset about there only being 6 POVs, and that 2 of them are Sector 11. I DIDN'T PICK THE NAMES PERSONALLY. I only drew them out of a hat. What's fair is fair. I only did one drawing and did not pick favorites. Also, I just noticed that I forgot to mention Eima Halde's age. She is 14.
Well, let chapter 2 begin!

Chapter Two- Watching the World Fall Apart

Amaranth Briars

I look up as the door opens. A man in a crisp black suit enters, holding a small box.

"Miss Briars," he says. "Your Token has arrived. Your presence is required in the Viewing Room to watch the Reapings." He hands me the box and holds the door open expectantly.

As I follow him through the halls, I lift the lid of the box and gasp, my face lighting up.

It's the locket Cameron gave me the day my daughter Hope was born. The chain and locket are sliver, and it has tiny roses engraved around the frame. Inside is a picture of Hope, taken a week ago when she turned 11 months old. There is a quote engraved on the other side:

'Dance like No One's Watching, Live like there's No Tomorrow, Breathe like it's your Last Day." (AN: Just a couple random quotes I put together. Nothing special, but I like it.)

This locket means so much to me. It's a reminder that Cameron has always been there for me. It's a symbol of how much love and care Hope will get after I'm gone. She will not live with my parents; I've made sure of that.

In the Viewing Room, I'm seated on a long black leather couch next to Adrian. He's looking at a chain around his neck. Hanging from it is a ring. I'm guessing that's his Token for the Trials.

The Reapings come on. I don't pay much attention to anything except the fact that almost all of the Tributes are younger than seventeen years old. Then I see something that catches my attention.

It's Sector 10. As I watch, a the female is called, Jalaigh Clover, who says she's 16. And then the male is called, and I hear the name Alton Jones, and he says he's 18. Like me. He's the only one so far. The thing that stands out about him most is his full grown beard. That, along with his clothing, suggests that he's a Shepherd.

After the Reapings are over, Adrian and I are escorted to the waiting train that will take us to the Dome. It will only take a night and two days. I can hardley wait.

Not.

Synora Nightsong

I've been in this room for no more than three minutes and already I've explored every inch. It's way too small. I'm not claustrophobic, but this is rediculous.

The doors open and a woman wearing black dress clothes walks in, hands me a small box, and motions for me to follow her. I do, but not because I have to, only to get out of the room. I look inside the box and smile slightly.

It's the ring Griffin gave me when we were five. It's black, in the shape of a coiled viper. I know Alec picked it out. Casey wouldn't know what to send, but Alec knows that this ring means a lot to me. He knows everything I know about Griffin, including what I won't tell anyone. He was there.

In the room, apparently called the Viewing Room, I sit on a couch next to the boy Tribute, Andrew Sheehan, who is a year younger than me. He's wearing what looks like a wedding ring on his right middle finger. The Reaping recaps are on TV, and as I watch, I notice a few other 17 year olds.

Both Tributes from Sector 1, Janneth Jackson and Bryony Amazon, are 17. The male Tribute from 4, Tyne Montgomery. Jesse Marks, the male from 12. And that's it. Only four other Tributes my age.

It doesn't matter. I don't plan on forming any alliances. I can win on my own. If I get close to people, then I will have to kill them later, or they will get killed, and then I will be unable to stop myself from falling apart.

So I'll be alone. It's the perfect plan.

I am going to win these Trials.

I am going to find Griffin.

Wulfie Moonblossom

I hate this. This room is way too small, and I'm super-claustrophobic. If I don't get out of here soon I'm going to scream.

As soon as the door opens I jump up. It is a man dressed in black. He hands me a tiny box.

"Miss Moonblossom, this is your Token. Follow me to the Viewing Room."

"Gladly," I reply, almost running out of the room.

In the Viewing Room is a long couch and a TV. I sit in one corner of the couch, as far away from Tom as I can. I hate him. He's always made fun of me for not having parents. And he insulted Robin because of her hair loss. So I avoid him as much as possible. Instead, I focus on the box. I wonder what's in it. What did Aaron send me? I lift the lid and gasp quietly.

It's a piece of brown string. But that's not what makes me smile. Attached to the string is a wolf's tooth, a canine. I remember this. It was found near the car wreckage the night my parent's car blew up five years ago, killing them. It's dull, not sharp at all, but it means a lot to me. I refused to part with it, and that's how I got my name.

I'm half out of it as the Reaping play on the TV. I only notice one certain Tribute: A twelve year old, Aarion, from 8. No one seems sorry to watch her go. I wonder why they don't like her. She volunteered. They should be happy. But she seems to have no idea what she is doing as she runs up to the stage. When she's up there, she seems horrified, but she can't do anything. What happened to make her volunteer?

I also notice another girl Tribute, from 12. Lynzee Capeton, another 12 year old. She seems upset, and I don't blame her. I think she might throw up, but she manages to make it through.

When the Reapings are over, Tom glances over at me.

"A tooth? That's what they sent to you? That's dumb." He scoffs.

"It means a lot to me. It's how I got my name," I protest before I can stop myself.

"Whatever," he says.

I decide to ignore him the entire time. Hopefully Fawnie won't make me train with him.

I wonder if she'll pity me. I'm only thirteen, after all. A year older than she was when she was Reaped.

I think I might last longer than I first thought.

Alex Turner

I've spent the past minute in this room, fretting about my Token. Will my dad know what to choose? Will my 19 year old brother Keith? What about Hunter and Maddi?

I can't believe Hunter kissed me. And in front of everyone! I wish I could have spent more time with him. As more than friends, I mean.

I'm pulled out of my thoughts by the door opening. A man in black hands me a box and tells me to follow him. I open the box as we walk.

It's a necklace. But not any necklace; the one Hunter traded his dad's old pocket watch for when we first met. It's a thin silver chain with a small clock face that has roman numeral numbers and a small gold mockingjay holding the clock to the chain. It's beautiful, and I love it.

I'm led to the Viewing Room, where Keaton already sits on one side of the long couch, looking at a bracelet made of string that looks like it was made by a little kid.

I watch the Reaping recaps with mild, if any, interest. Only one person stands out: a girl from Sector 5, Wulfie Moonblossom, who is 13 like me. She looks scared, but determined. As she and the boy Tribute are led away, I can see her staring at something off-camera. The camera pans right to reveal a tall man holding the hands of two little girls who look like twins, but one is bald. I realize she must have cancer, and both must be Wulfie's sisters. I feel bad for her.

I hope she survives. Maybe, with the money she'll have, she'll be able to afford a cure for her sister's cancer.

If I don't win, I'm going to make sure Wulfie does.

Zoe Reid

As I sit in my room at the Center, I think about my family. My parents, Ari and Iris. My brothers, Baron (who's wife is expecting), Po (12), Devon (9), and Ezekiel (5). My older sister, Kiara, 17 years old. I know I made the right choice, but will they think of it that way? Amelia may die anyway, due to illness. I am giving my life for a sick girl. But who cares? I owe her, and this is the best way to pay her back.

The door opens and a woman in black enters, motioning me to follow her, handing me a box as we exit the room. I lift the lid.

It's a pair of shoelaces from my old ballet shoes. I grin and pull them out, stuffing the box in my pocket and using the laces to tie my hair into two braids. When I enter the Viewing Room, I'm still grinning widely.

I see Joshuwa sitting in a corner of the sofa, huddled into a small ball. I consider sitting in the other corner but instead go and take a seat next to him. He looks up, startled. When he sees me, he tries to move, but there's no where for him to go.

"Hi, Joahuwa," I say. "I'm Zoe. I'm 16. You're 14, right?"

He hesitates, then nods.

"I know sign language, so if you need anything, you can ask me, okay?"

Another nod.

The woman-in-black turns the TV on to the Reaping recaps, so I turn my attention to the screen.

I notice several Tributes in particular: Bryan Layke, the 16 year old male from Sector 9, and the 15 year old female, Shara Cantless. Calista Reemer and Jayson DeGrade, both 15, both from 6.

I basically zone out most of the time, thinking about Joshuwa. Wait- what? No, not about Joshuwa. Or am I? I feel bad for him, being mute and all. I remember my mom telling what happened to his parents, what happened to him. How he almsot died, but got away, only without his voice. And I always see him at the doctor's office/hospital, whenever I go in with Amelia, who's parents are too busy to take her. I wish there was a way for him to get his voice back.

I'm going to make sure he wins, so he can talk again.

Even if it costs me my life.

Joshuwa Hart

In my room at the Center, I am alone, but not really. I know there are cameras in all the corners, although they are well hidden.

The door opens and a woman dressed in a long black dress comes in. Handing me a slip of paper, she motions for me to follow her.

Once in a room (I'm told it's the Viewing Room), I immediately go to the far corner of the long sofa and curl into a ball around the piece of paper. I open it and read.

Joshuwa,

You don't have many items of your own, so we have decided not to send anything for your Token. Just use something you have.

Mareeya

Mareeya is the woman who runs the group home where I live.

Where I lived, I remind myself. There is no way I'm going to make it past Round 1. I'll be lucky if I make it past the first 5 minutes.

The doors open and the female Tribute, Zara or something, walks in. She looks like she's thinking, then comes to sit next to me. I immediately try to move, only to be reminded that I'm trapped when I can't go anywhere.

"Hi, Joshuwa," I hear her say. "I'm Zoe." So that's it. "I'm 16. You're 14, right?"

I hestiate, trying to figure out why she's talking to me, then nod cautiously.

"I know sign language, so if you need anything, you can ask me, okay?"

I nod again.

Somehow the TV turns on without my noticing, and the Reaping recaps are playing. Zoe turns to the screen, and I uncurl a bit so I can see.

Only a few Tributes actually register in my brain: Eima Halde, who is my age and the female from Sector 4. The male from 8, Roxen Hullough, also my age.

But one girl that I see imprints deep in my brain. A 12 year old girl, Aarion Rosebud, from 8. She volunteers for a girl, Callisto Catflex, who is 15. No one seems upset that Aarion is so young and volunteering. They seem relieved that it isn't Callisto.

As soon as Aarion reaches the stage, she seems to realize what she's done and seems to become even paler than she already is. I wonder why she did volunteer. It makes no sense, in my mind.

I wonder what is wrong with her.

So... whadya think? I know Zoe and Joshuwa kinda overlapped each other, but don't worry, that won't happen often. I hate writing like that. I feel like I'm overdoing it.
Anyway, PLEASE tell me what you think. And remember, I'm just getting started. There's a lot more to come!
-NighttimeSoul96

P.S. I know I don't update often, but my parents only allow me 30 minutes on the computer each day, and I try to alternate writing and playing The Sims 3, which I got for my birthday. I'm also getting a slight obsession with Ghost Hunters again... so sometimes I don't even go on the computer. Anyway, keep checking back, and PLEASE be patient!