A/N Since so many people were suggesting for me to move the form to my profile I did! Don't worry though, I left the prologue. Anyways, like I had before, I plan to update this story on Sundays and Wednesdays. Every time a District gets both tributes I'll post that Reaping. So the Reapings may not be in order. I'll stop jabbering now. President Snow, take it away!
Cornelius Snow, President of Panem
As I sit in my large wooden chair waiting for that fool of a Gamemaker, Remus Illium, to get here I eat the dinner provided for me. The whole table's laden with foods such as: Fresh Off the Frier Salmon from 4, Baked Carrots and Potatoes from 11, and only the finest Filet Mignon from 10. Being the President does have it's benefits. Just as I'm about to sit down and eat, Remus bursts through the door.
"Sorry I'm late sir, the elevator didn't seem to work," he apologizes in a very flushed voice, the fool.
"No matter, I was just about to eat, why don't you join me," I say motioning to the seat opposite me.
"Oh, why thank you," he says after straightening out the wrinkles in his suit.
"Now, as you know, I am getting quite tired of these Games," I say just before I take a bite of the fish.
"Yes, sir," he says trying to swallow the food he has in his mouth. "We have designed a one-of-a-kind arena this year, sir," he says putting on some dub smile.
"Well, why don't you show it to me?" I add in the least condescending voice I can manage.
"Oh, yes, I know you'll love it!" he half shouts. "Ah, here we go!" he says pushing the power ON button. "Now as you can see, we have most of the arena densely covered in forest. Then, we have a lone mountain on the western end, and finally a super marsh covering the perimeter of the southeastern edge."
"Do you have any special mutts for this year's Games?" I ask hoping that he'll spice it up some.
"Oh yes, we have designed over a dozen different muttations for this year's Games," he says proudly.
"Oh wonderful."
"Do you like it?" he asks, knowing that if I don't his life is on the line.
"Yes, but, I want to be surprised, add in some new things before the Games start, so even I can be shocked."
"Oh, okay sir. I'll go get started right now!" he shouts already starting to pack up. "You'll be so surprised you'll have a heart attack!" he says laughing as he closes the door.
"I'm sure I will!" I add just before the door shuts. Finally, now I can eat in peace...
A/N So there we go! I know it might be a bit bad. But, this is my first First Person POV ever. So I hope you submit and keep on reading, I promise I'll get better!
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