Hey there everyone! Me here, presenting you with the... okay... chapter two of my Hunger Games fanfiction! Its been a little more than a week since I uploaded...and I kinda like this chapter. Its the rest of the reaping... apparently, I have gotten NO reviews at all... UNLIKE MAGGIE. WHO GETS A FREAKIN MILLION REVIEWS EVERY SECOND OF EVERY DA- *coughcough* Sorry. I ranted. Anywhoz...

Whats Happened: Nikki got ready for the Hunger Games and was drawn. Wow... not alot to review about.

I tried to make this chapter better... but probably failed... Im sorry.

Okay. BEHOLD STORY. *points*

Chapter 2:
I knew it was wrong.
All my life, I hated it. The games, arenas, how they had to die for entertainment... We were sick people. Sick, disgusting people with a mindset of power and pain.
If there was a way for the capital to join the rebellion, I would have.
But, I didn't do anything. I should have, I know I should have. I should have tried SOMETHING... I should have tried to stop those kids' deaths... But I didn't.
Perhaps this was Gods way of punishing me.

Everything went quiet for a few moments, and I felt my heart speed up faster than it ever had. My knees shook violently and I couldn't see straight. Nikki Gomez... That was me... Oh God...
Rosette looked at me in horror, along with a couple of other girls I knew from school, and a few guys.
Tears started to form in my eyes, but I blinked them away as soon as they arrived. I couldn't let anyone see me cry... I'd be able to cry as much as I need to later.
With shaky legs, I took small steps towards the platform. My breaths were short and choppy, and at some point I think my heart stopped beating.
"Ohhh... there she is!" The announcer grinned and waved me up. "Come Come! I have a spot for you right here. You're Nikki Gomez, right?"
Oh, how I wanted to say no...
But, I nodded slowly and wiped my eyes. My blood didn't feel like blood anymore. Each second felt like a million, and Fear had its greedy little hands all over my heart. I thought of multiple ways I could die. Spear through the heart, arrow through the skull, eaten alive, burnt to a crisp, drowning, starvation, dehydration...
My head spun with idea relating to those types of gruesome deaths, when she called the next name. And the next, and the next...
"Diana Monroe."
"Bella-Grace Miller."

"Allison White."
"Elizabeth Ford."
"Georgina Smilie."
And I thought it couldn't get worse than it already had. I knew those girls... Everyone except the Diane girl. Every. One. Of. Them.
Now, all of us would die but one. Or all of us. In order to live, we had to kill each other...
The tears welled up in my eyes again as I watched each of them walk up the stairs to the platform with terrified faces. Their legs shook violently with each step they took, and they hid the tears that streamed down thief faces.
The last of the female tributes names were called, but I didn't hear a single one. The gears in my mind were working to loudly for me to hear anything.
By the end of this game, all of my best friends would be dead, including me.
No more parties, or sleep overs at Lizzy's house, (AN: Lizzy is Elizabeth. Yea, I have pet names, nicknames, whatever. You will see Bella for Bella-Grace, Ali for Allison, and... Georgina for Georgina. ^.^) and no more joking around about Jonathan DiAngelo... Because all of us (Or just 4) would be dead. And one could win, or die.
I wonder who it would be...
The lady turned to us, her eyes filled with pity for us. For the poor, 12 girls that are going to be thrown into an arena with 12 boys that would most likely kill us all.
Gee, thanks lady. Lovin' the support."
Now that we have all the LUCKY female tributes, which have the HONOR of playing in the capital Hunger Games..." She announced, grinning at the crowd. "Let is move on to our make tributes." she pulled another giant, clear bowl filled with scraps of paper. Her hand swam around the bowl until her nail snagged on a small piece of paper near the side. Unfolding it three times, everyone held their breath, their gazes fixed on that one slip of paper.
She beamed as she read the name, and she looked up at the crowd. "Our first male Hunger Games tribute is... Dominick Raymond!"
The boy who stood up, I didn't recognize. He had light brown hair that fell a little above his shoulders, nipping the side of his neck. His green eyes glistened as he stepped up onto the platform.
His sister, or what I thought to be his sister, (but actually turned to be his girlfriend...) grabbed his arm and started to bawl her eyes down. "N-No! DOMI!" She yelped as a few guards pulled her back. She collapsed to her knees and started to sob loudly.
Her cries rang throughout the assign, bouncing off the walls and causing my ears to ring. I took another look at Dominick and realized I had seen him around town, in school and in the hallways...
But not in a drawing to fight to the death.
He kissed the top of her head, and gave her a soft smile. Hesitantly, he walked up the stairs and took his place next to me. His hands shook slightly and both eyes darted around the room nervously.
After his girlfriend's nerve racking sobs turned into dull cries of pain, the announcer pulled more names out of the bowl.
Patrick Black.
Zac Smith.
Baily Miller.
Jason Lee.
Alex Lawls.
Jonah Morrison.
Cameron Jones.
Chris O'Neal.
Kyle Dinwiddie.
Frezzi Catrone.
John Doe. (Yes. I'm dead serious. Poor kid...)
They all took their places in line, shaking like leaves on a tree.
The Dark skinned lady canes up and started to clap and grinned from ear to ear. "Ladies and Gentlemen..." She said breathlessly. "All... 24 tributes... Of the final Hunger Games!"
Everyone broke in to horrible applause. Some parents grinned, glad their children weren't picked. Some broke down crying, tears Streaming down their hidden faces.
The roar of the crowd was deafening, between the rejoicing and the crying... It was loud. Really, really loud.
I took a look around at the rest of the tributes. My friends, the people I don't even know...
24 people. 23, not including myself.
By the time this was all over... 23 of us would be dead.
And I knew one of them would be me.

And there you have it, folks! Chapter two of this FanFiction I have plagued with. Im so sorry that I stink at writing... I'm just not to talented in it... I just love to do it. Anyway, it would make me so, icredibly happy if you pressed that button right below! *points below* Yeah. That button. . It makes me feel better about myself, and my writing, thus making me more happier (bad grammer) and the world a better place. SAVE THE WORLD AND REVIEW.

~Ruby-san