This is the worst love story (other than Twilight) so brace yourself for some awesomely weird stuff.
LOVE STORY: President Snow and Jeanine Mathews
"Honey, do you have any nightlock?" Jeanine cries." I am making my new creation, Instant Death Serum." "Why not call it the Tracker Jacker Venom?" Snow yells back. " You're dodging the point. And even if I called it that Ms. Prior would still attack me." "Why?" "NIGHTLOCK!" "FINE!" Snow grabs his gardening gloves and heads out in to a large chrome greenhouse. Thriving nightlock bushes lines the walls. Snow picks a cup full and walks to Jeanine in her lab. She has tangled hair, raw nail beds, and stuttered speech. " Nightlock Nightlock Nightlock Nightlock need it need it now now" Snow drops the cup leaving the juice of a mushy nightlock on his hand. Then he makes dinner. He serves Jeanine and eats it himself. " So... This girl... Kat-tris did you tell me?" Said Snow. " It's Tris. Katniss is nowhere near as cruel as Tris, you un- Erudite fo..." Jeanine falls dead in her chicken just as Snow does. They Duh Duh DIED!