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Hearts A Mess

Agrippina is a young woman, just beginning her career as a news anchor in the Capitol. Suddenly, she is offered the job of a lifetime: to be a commentator for the 70th annual Hunger Games. With her new job comes new perks, like being able to mingle with the Capitol elite and welcome the victors from the previous Games to the Capitol for the year's festivities. As a reward for a job well-done, President Snow informs her that he has set her up on a date with the famous heartthrob, Finnick Odair.

Just when she thinks life can't get any better, she comes to realize that Finnick is not interested in her at all. Instead he is drawn to a young woman named Annie Cresta, District Four's female tribute. Agrippina swears that she will do everything in her power to keep them apart.

Chapter One

"Ouch!" I yell as I stare down at my newly-burned hand. Immediately I run cool water over the burn to ease the pain. You'd think that after three months of running Caesar Flickerman's errands, I'd be able to make a cup of coffee, but I guess that I'm a really slow learner.

A pair of Avoxes wipe the mess up off the floor, while I attempt to salvage whats left in the cup. Its about halfway full, but I guess it'll do. I pour lots of milk and creamer into the cup and pray that he won't notice the taste if I put the lid on the to-go cup.

"Thank you," Caesar says as I hand him the cup. I hold my breath as he takes a sip, but he doesn't seem to notice anything wrong.

"Is there anything else I can do for you?" I ask, putting on a sickly sweet- tone, trying to mask the elation I feel for not getting fired on the spot.

Caesar raises his newly-died pink eyebrows, "Actually, yes, there is. Sit down." He motions to a metallic gray seat in the shape of a high heeled shoe and I sit in the sole.

"Claudius Templesmith has had an. . . .accident," he grimaces as he stresses the last word.

I sit up straighter. "Accident? I just saw him yesterday, and he seemed fine!"

He straightens his flourescent colored tie as he thinks for the right words to say. "As you know, appearance is very important to Claudius and this year he decided that he wanted something a bit different. Yesterday, after work, he wanted to get his hair straightened, and well, it all fell out."

I gasp in horror. "How awful!"

Caesar reaches over to pat my hand gently, "Yes, yes I know, dear. Unfortuantely, Claudius won't be able to perform his job this year-"

I cut him off, "So who do you have in mind?" Now I expect him to give me a list of all the available news anchors in the Capitol and interview them, one by one, but instead he smiles at me.

"President Snow saw that article that you did on Cashmere, last years victor. He claimed that he found it very inspiring. And this year, he's put in a special recommendation for you to get a promotion, so I figured, what better way to give a promotion than to let you show off your skills."

God must have blinked right then. President Snow knows my name? He read my article? HE WANTS ME TO COMMENT ON THE GAMES?

Before I can think of anything else, I grab Caesar and kill him on the cheek, leaving residue from my lime green lipstick on his cheek. "THANK YOU!"