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Chapter 01

President Phoenix looked up at the camera that was in her face, recording her every move. Reading every frown line and hanging hair. This was her final broadcast that would go out to Panem before the next Hunger Games. It had been well over a decade since she had watched her granddaughter die at the hands of the games. Her young and pregnant seventeen year old granddaughter, Arianna Phoenix, died in the arena. Unlike the presidents before her, President Phoenix rejected the Chief Gamemaker's offer for her to resign presidency over to himself. She made sure that Leon Fox knew exactly where to go with his offer.

But today, the president was ready to do the last broadcast in preparation for this year's games. She was going to show no mercy in this year's games. Rumours had spread across the neighbouring districts that she had grown soft and too old to play the role of President, so she was going to set the records straight once and for all.

"Districts of Panem, in preparation for this year's Hunger Games, I have decided to make a number of changes to the games. Now many of you might think that you can intimidate me into passing the role of president to someone else, but I will not be beaten into submission. The death of my granddaughter has not made me soft, so please cease the unnecessary torment. It does not affect me. It hasn't affected me since her death."

The president of Panem continued, before introducing the promo video that was going to be broadcasted all over the districts. People would be crowding around screens in their homes or public halls to catch a glimpse of the elderly president.

"So this year's games marks the twentieth year of my presidency, so be prepared for more twists and turns than you have ever seen before." Phoenix smiled. "There will be no volunteers. You cannot be the career you allegedly know you are, you cannot prove you can beat the games and you cannot protect the ones you love."

One girl watching the broadcast was Storybook Varela, more commonly known as Story. She sat on the window ledge to one side of the room and let her head roll around to stare out of the window. Outside, she saw the vast stretches of land that made up Panem. Her hands clenched around a leather bound notebook – it was the book that kept all of her stories, haikus and letters in. For the eighteen year old girl, reading and writing was her release, the way she relaxed.

"Story?" Story's younger brother, Pensieve, was watching her with a look of fear plastered across his face. "Have you written another chapter for Rosin's Quest?"

A smile crept across Story's face, because she felt insecure about her writing, but was warmed to the heart that her brother was taking an interest.

As she was about to explain the current situation of the story – that it was in the concluding chapter, her sister interrupted.

"One of Tag's friends is here. Comedy or something like that?" Allegory said in a dull tone as in stepped in the guy in question behind her.

Story smiled. "Hi Com- Tag's not here, but feel free to his portion of dinner." She pulled a chair away from the shiny oak table. "He won't mind. Or if he does, then you can play fight in the yard."

Comedy nodded slowly, peering in the pot that had been left on the stove by Story's parents. "It looks more like something I'd paint the walls with – that's a bright colour for a liquid!"

Allegory glowered at Comedy before slumping down in the chair at one end of the table. She found him annoying- especially his eternally optimistic approach. There may have been a tiny part of Allegory that found Comedy cute. The way he'd fuss over his looks whenever someone ruffled his hair, or how his clothes sat. Allegory was lost in the moment, staring at Comedy's loosely curled black hair that dropped below his ears and his chocolate brown eyes that had a sparkle to them.

"Allegory loves Comedy!" Pensieve squealed, before immediately covering his mouth.

Comedy laughed softly, but stopped as Allegory flicked some of her dinner at her brother.

Pensieve slowly lifted his spoon and drove it into the bowl – ignoring Story's pleas to put it down. He threw the spoon at Allegory, who immediately screamed, lifting the bowl from the table. Comedy tried to catch the bowl from the girl, but ended up with the entire contents down him.

"Allegory!" Story shouted. "Comedy, I am so- Com, why are you laughing? You're covered in the stuff. Mum's going to freak when she sees this wasted. Pensieve, go and cool off outside – Allegory, wipe up this mess." She tried to usher Com out of kitchen, but he was already in the process of removing his stained shirt. "What are you doing?"

Com stood in the doorway, holding the balled up shirt in his hand. "What? If I'm reaped, I need to make sure that people remember me looking at my best, right?" He winked at Story before strolling out the door. "See you later!"

Story smiled a lopsided smile – that one you do when you know that you can't help but find it funny and smile.

Even when you know the games are only round the corner.

Thoughts from AspiringWriterGirl = Well hello there! There are lots of spaces on this story (just PM me for the tribute profile sheet and I'll let you know which spaces are available! Thank you so much to the authors who submitted characters probably years ago for being so patient with me Hope you liked Celtic and Wetstar's characters Story and Comedy