A/N: This is a three-shot set around President Snow's granddaughter's view on the 74th Hunger Games. I tried to write this from her POV, as how a pampered and probably immature 12-year-old would sound like, and I hope this turns out okay.

I'm so excited.

I'm finally allowed to watch the Hunger Games!

I can hear Mummy and Daddy arguing about it even now, when they think that I am asleep. Voices drifting from under the crack of my door, every single word clear and distinct to my ears.

"She's too young," Mummy says again, sounding upset. I hate it when she's upset, but I can't go down to give her a hug now because I am supposed to be sleeping. Daddy yells at me if I get caught downstairs after lights-out, and I don't want to get yelled at. Not when I'm still in a good mood.

"She's old enough to be Reaped," Daddy sounds very exasperated now, they have been fighting about this all day. Exasperated. I saw it in a storybook yesterday and it means 'very irritated'. I like this word. It sounds nice on my tongue. "If she's old enough to be Reaped, she's old enough to see it."

Mummy doesn't speak anymore and I can hear them heading away to their individual bedrooms. This means that the hall below my room is empty. There's no one to hear me now, and I slide out from under my sheets, letting my toes brush against the lovely lambskin rug Grandpapa sent to me for my birthday earlier this year.

Finally! Mummy has finally realised that I'm twelve and more than ready to watch the Games. I wish she would let me be a Tribute, but Daddy says that because we live in the Capitol, there is no need for me to take part in the Reaping. Mummy looks very relieved by that, but I am not. The Tributes are like heroes! They're so strong and so smart, and I hear so many stories about them from the other kids at school.

Sometimes I close my eyes and let myself dream that I could be one of them, standing up on the stage as my district people applaud me.

I decide to do that now. Turning on the nightlight, I scribble my name on my notebook paper and drop it into a box.

Then comes the best part.

And the Tribute from the Capitol," I force myself not to giggle because that would spoil the moment. Dipping my hand into the box, I unfold the paper and gasp, trying to imitate Elizabeth Okeniyi. She's my favourite Escort, and the Escort for District 4. "Is Erika Snow!"

I can almost hear the crowd cheering for me and I wave to them, beaming wildly... But I need to return to bed now, because Daddy is bringing me to Grandpa's place early tomorrow morning so that I can watch the Games with him.

The 74th Annual Hunger Games.

I can hardly wait!

Oh yes, before I forget.

May the odds be ever in their favour, and may the best Tribute win!