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DISCLAIMER: I don't own the Hunger Games. All rights go to Suzanne Collins, not me.
President Gesuza Marrish looked at her reflection in the mirror. Tall, slim, and beautiful, she had liked what she had saw. But deeper than that, she was powerful. Threatening. Deadly. Maybe even scary. But she didn't feel like that. To her, she still felt like a normal Capitol citizen.
C'mon Gesuza! You aren't the same person anymore. You are the president of Panem, a glorious country led by you. You can't be like that anymore. You are President Marrish.
There was a quiet knock on the door of her room, and she quickly went and answered it. The Head Gamemaker, Kanchi Flano, was at her door, holding a clipboard, and in the traditional Head Gamemaker purple robe.
"Hello President Marrish. We're ready for you, so come out when you are ready." Flano exclaimed to her, giving a genuine smile afterwards. He was obviously pumped for the games. Planning three arenas was a tough task for him, but I knew he'd be ready for it.
"Alright, I'll just be a second." I returned the smile and gently closed the door. I fixed my hair, put on one last coat of mascara and I headed out the door. There were plenty of people all around, and everyone was stressing. It was understandable though, because after all, it was the announcement of the 100th annual Hunger Games, or the fourth quarter quell. There had been 100 years of Hunger Games, and they deserved the best games yet. My assistant came over to me, wearing a headpiece that had a headphones and a speaker to talk into. She guided me through the crowd, and when we were at the end of the backstage area, she left me alone for about a minute, then returned. The area was much less busy; almost no one else was around.
Must be starting soon.
My assistant interrupted my thoughts, as she had begun counting down from ten.
"Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one."
At the end of the one, I walked out of the back stage to be greeted by thousands upon thousands of citizens of Panem, all chanting "Hun-ger Games!" I walked up to the podium on the main stage and smiled cruelly. I knew all eyes had been on me at that moment.
The districts must be upset. But they deserve it. After what they had done against the Capitol, they deserved it. Better give the speech.
"As a celebration of the individuality of all tributes, all female tributes will be in a separate arena from the males. The arena's will be completely different, and when three tributes for each of the genders are left, they will be sent into a completely new arena until a victor arises. Happy Hunger Games, and may the odds be ever in your favor!"
I could tell the Capitol was going to be going crazy over this. And I had plenty of reasons to agree with them.
Okay, so the next chapter is the chapter showing all of the tributes for the 100th Annual Hunger Games! I hope that you enjoy reading my story!
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