I nervously walked to President Gallia's office. The ideas I had in my opinion were flawless. So why was I nervous?

Let's just say the President's idea of flawless was different than mine.

The Head Gamemaker a few year back was executed for letting the Games go on three days longer than the President wanted them to. I was suddenly thankful that I was a mere Quarter Quell ballot maker, and not a high and mighty Gamemaker. I was fine with this job, and I would have to only work once every twenty-five years.

As I walk into the President's office, hand her the box of ballots. There no were five to eight year old ideas in the Box, as that was a huge flop about two quells ago. All of the tributes were weak, and both the Quell ballot maker and the Head Gamemaker were executed.

On live television.

"Mr. Marius," Says the President in a seemingly evil emotionless tone. I almost jump and the box almost slips out of my grip, but it stays in my hands. " Do you have the box?"

"No, it's all the way in District 12," I think. I'm glad I didn't say that out loud. That thought was like asking for a death sentence. And I just wanted to live for fifty more years.

"Yes, they're right here," I say, as confidently as I could.

"Good."

Good. The word to ensure my survival for twenty-five more years I was safe. For now.

As I sit down on my couch back home, I turn on the T.V. to see President Gallia about to pull out a ballot with the number 450 on it. She wears a smile, looking genuine, but I knew that it wasn't genuine. Just acting.

"For the two rebellions that have happened, and the Districts deciding their own allegiances, each District must work in teams with their own district partner's, and four tributes will be reaped per District. Only one District can come out, with up to four victors."

The Quell sounded great, and I was hoping that people would come and flock to me, with my amazing idea. But that would never happen. The work of a Quell ballot maker would always be unappreciated.

"One more thing," She said, "if anyone kills and betrays their own district partner, the whole team will be destroyed."

May the odds be ever in everyone's favor. Lies. All lies. Only the best win.