Uh… I guess… I'M SOOOOO SORRY!!! I like, COMPLETLEY forgot about writing the chapter and not just like, the character files and stuff… =|

Anyways… Sorry if this chapter disappoints you… But… Ugh… I HATE school… T_T

So… Here it is…

Chapter 2 – News

"…The Hunger Games."

The words echo and bounce around in my brain.

Okay, I think while I stare at the screen frowning. So we're going to be hungry… and play games…?

The TV is silent and my daze is broken when Bizkit barks at me.

A quiet murmur rises from the TV and I take a quick look at mum to see a number of wrinkles creasing her forehead.

I drag Bizkit onto my lap and turn back to the TV as Omnegate starts talking again.

"This will be the first ever Hunger Games and twenty-eight children from all seven continents will have the privilege to be the first players! And one extremely lucky kid will become the original winner of the Games!" Omnegate was obviously trying to contain his excitement, but the audience was more than less thrilled. Especially since the name of the game doesn't sound too… nice…

"What is the Hunger Games?!" A random from the crowd shouts out.

Omnegate throws his head back and lets out a roar of laughter.

Bizkit folds his ears back, throws his little knob of a tail in between his legs and runs off.

I feel like doing the same Bikky, I think sympathetically to him.

He composes himself and leans on the wooden stand.

"Twenty-eight contestants, whom I call 'tributes,' from all over the globe, go into an arena which is in an unidentified location, and play the Games." He stares straight to the camera and grins.

My heart drops as I realise that, with my luck, I'm going to be a conte- Wait, no. A 'tribute.'

Perfect.

Because I've always been soooo great at sports and other things were they test you on how far you can push yourself.

Me? Using sarcasm? Noooo…

Well, I am good at running. I guess. Kinda…

"And thanks to the scientists of the year 2045, we will be able to use the amazing technology of invisible cameras, so we can broadcast this event live for everyone in the world to see!" He exclaims and gives a thumbs-up to the crowd.

I cringe. Not only will I come last… But everyone will see me come last.

Again. Perfect.

Another ideal example of why I hate President Omnegate…

Everything is silent and he rests his elbows on the stand.

"Now, I'm sure many of you are thinking, 'How will this help with our problem of Climate Change?' And other such questions. Well you just wait! Soon you will see how it affects our earth!"

Gee… Is it just me or does this guy sound as though he's planning to take over the world…? Oh, wait. He already has. I wonder what's next on his 'To-Do' list… Probably Jessica Alba Jr.

"I also heard someone ask, 'What happens in the Hunger Games?' Well, a lot!" Omnegate says casually while keeping a firm grip on the pile of papers in front of him which I presume to be his speech. "You really have to wait and see. But, I guess I could let you in on something. There is this one rule that all tributes have to follow."

Everything is still and Bizkit comes back into the room to check everything out.

He plops himself down and stares up at the TV as if he can understand everything.

Stupid dog, I joke to myself.

"Kill. Or be killed."

I snap my head to the TV.

Did he just say… What I think he just said…?!

I fling my head in mum's direction to see her sitting motionless with bulging eyes and her bottom jaw on the ground.

Bizkit's once drooping tongue is now trapped tightly inside his set of fangs that he's showing to the TV.

"And tomorrow, at this same time, I shall draw the names of all twenty-eight tributes!"

How can he change the subject like that!? I think to myself, stunned.

"Thank you!" He throws his arms up triumphantly and grins, then makes his way off the stage.

Silence.

I lay on my back with my bed sheets covering half my body.

It's pitch black, but my eyes slowly adjust to the darkness that I'm able to see my around my room slightly.

Twisting over, I reach for my curtain and thrust it open.

The coolness of the night sky flows through the glass and the moonlight pours into my room like water into a cup.

It's past midnight and I still can't sleep… I'm frightened of having dreams about this "Hunger Games" thing.

I can imagine it now… Omnegate opening up a fragile white envelope… Pulling out a small piece of paper… Reading aloud 'Vanessa Keetings.'

But… It's not just me I should worry about… What happens if he calls out the name of one of my friends or family… Maybe even someone I know… Anyone…

I wouldn't be able to do it…

"Kill. Or be killed."

I stare into the cloudless, starry night sky, hoping that Superman or someone would fly out from it and save me from this all.

Or maybe not just me… Maybe he could save everyone from Omnegate!

I sigh and shake my head.

"Damn you DC Comics…" I mutter under my breath.

Keeping my curtain open, I roll back over and gaze up as my imagination creates illusions on the blank canvas that is my ceiling.

"What would happen to me if I did go in…?" I whisper as a cold chill rushes through me and gives me goose bumps.

I've never been into anything that evolves killing anything… Well, only if you count accidentally shooting a bird while doing archery for a school camp.

I think it's because my mum has treated me like a baby my whole life. Which is 15 years, you know?

But later, she went overboard when all my older siblings moved out.

It's like… She's trying to keep me from growing up… And because of that… I've never been in a situation where I've had to defend myself…

But, still… I think I should know some basic stuff to protect myself.

All those years of watching my brothers tackle each other and how they "fight", might help me… If I went in the Games that is…

I turn over onto my side and close my eyes.

Dream, I think to myself. This just may be your last chance.

Yes… Well… I didn't realise how I could have ended it instead of leaving it for the magical fairies to do… T_T Damn me…

So, this time… I'm making no promises that the next chapter will be out next week.

Ah. Yep. That'll work =]

Mkay, well… Yeah…

Review… Tell me if I should stop writing my stories at night… If it's crap or not… You know, the usual.

There's a box of wine lying next to my bed… Maybe I'm like… smelling liquor fumes or something. No, the wine is not mine… It's a Christmas present my grandparents got for my uncle… It just happens to be in the room that I'm sleeping in…

Gah. Okay, if you want to hear my life story… message me.

I'm just putting in unneeded words now to make my story look as though It has more… uh.. stuff… Yeah…

Anyways… Bye. BTW, Don't forget to brush your goldfish's teeth every now and then.