I tap on the mic to get everyone focused on me. "Welcome, Welcome", I cheerfully say,"Happy Hunger Games! And, may the odds be ever in your favor!" I look out into the crowd. There are hundreds of miserable faces as far as the eye can see. So many stomach are empty, so many bodies are barely able to stand, and so many eyes drown in a sea of pain. It's so heartbreaking, but I can't focus on that. I just want to get out of this horrid place. I belong in the Capitol! The sooner I get this done, the sooner I can return. Therefore, I put on my cheerful Capitol mask to hide my concerns. I continue on with introducing the Capitol film of how the Hunger Games originated. As the film concludes, I recite the last few words to myself, so I can time my response perfectly. "I just love that", I beam, "Now, the time has come to select one courageous young man and woman for the honor of representing District 12 in the 74th Annual Hunger Games!" I see every person tense up as I glide over to the bowl filled with the names of all eligible females. I try not to think of the anxiety they are having. I know no one of them want to get picked. This is the one thing I don't like about this job. It is I who chooses who lives and who dies. Everything else is great, but this, this hurts. I hate having to send someone to their death. However, I have no choice. "As usual, ladies first", I announce. I reach into the bowl. I hesitate for a moment. I can feel the whole world holding its breath, waiting to find out which unfortunate soul will have to die. Everything is frozen, as I dip my hand into the large glass bowl. I pick up a slip of paper that I know will change lives. I stride back to the microphone, trying to hide my sadness of sending some innocent child to their doom. I open the slip and read the name,"Primrose Everdeen." There is silence at first. Then, some of the children become to spread out until a single girl is left out in the open. She is very small and delicate. I guess about 12. I'm horrified that I chose a 12 year old. There is no way that she will survive. I take a deep breath and beckon her up to the stage. Then out of nowhere I here an older girl scream,"Prim! Prim! Prim! No! No! No! I volunteer! I volunteer! I volunteer as tribute!" As she says this she tries to fight off the peacekeepers holding her back. I stutter,"I do believe we have a volunteer." The younger girl goes to hug the older one, and then she is torn away by an older boy as she wails,"No! No! No!" I try to continue,"We have a dramatic turn of events here in District 12. Yes, well, District 12's very first volunteer! I beckon her up and have her say her name into the microphone,"Katniss Everdeen", she shakily replies. To keep everyone's attention I reply,"Well, I bet my hat that was your sister, wasn't it?" "Yes", is all she can utter. I then say," Lets have a big hand for our very first volunteer, Katniss Everdeen!" I try to clap, but only silence drifts about. Then I see one, then two, then many people hold their hands up high, with three fingers pointing up. It is a salute of bravery and admiration." I don't know what to say. I decide to continue,"And now, for the boys!" I move quickly because I just want to get this over with. I just reach in, and pull the slip out without hesitation. "Peeta Mellark!", I proclaim. The boys clear out until one boy is singled out. He comes up, and I then announce,"Here we are! Our tributes from District 12!" Then I have the two of them shake hands. Once that is out of the way I declare,"Happy Hunger Games! And, may the odds be ever in your favor!'