This is an idea I came up with when reading the Hunger Games Tribute Guide. Discalmer: all credits go to Suzanne Collins and Scholastic. Enjoy! And yes, what Effie says is the exact words from the book. Just in story form.

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District One; Luxury; (What they want you to think)

Effie Trinket eased her way onto the stage of district twelve and gratiosly took the microphone from the mayor.

"Happy Hunger Games District twelve!" she said in her usual cheery voice.

"As you know, the Hunger Games are a time for joy, and sorrow in the districts. To start, District One."

She adjusted her cue card in her Capitol clean fingers before continuing. "District One makes the luxury goods that decorate and beautify our great Capitol. Its excellent taste and craftsmanship keep Capitol residents bewigged and bedazzled year-round!"

She smiled happily at herself for not getting tangled in to many words.

District One; Luxury; (In reality)

"Alright, we've got six hundred blue wigs, and five hundred red wigs needed by lunch. Get to work!" a Peacekeeper yelled at the innocent workers.

"What have our lives come to?" asked one named Galaxy, to her friend, "I've been doing the same thing for five years now!" she made extra careful to not be too loud, as to call Peacekeepers, and trouble their way.

"So? We have food in out bellies, and roofs over our heads? Suck it up!" her friend, Matrix replied.

"Do you still feel bad about District Twelve? It can't be that bad! This is bad! All I've ever done is make blue and red wigs! You know what? I'm going to make this one, Green!"

"No Galaxy! You'll get in big trouble!"

"I'm gonna do it! Nobody can try and stop me!"

"NNNOOOOOO!"

"YYYYYEEEEEESSSS!"

Galaxy poured green dye onto one of the plain white wigs provided.

"you'll get fired!" Matrix warned.

"What if I want to get fired?"

"Then you'll starve and die!"

"Better than this!"

"What's going on over here?" a Peacekeeper asked, coming their way with gun in hand.

"I can't do this any more!"

Galaxy grabbed the gun from the Peacekeeper's grasp, and pointed it against her head.

"Galaxy! No!"

Galaxy pulled the gun from her head, and took her place, back at the table.

The Peacekeeper was no longer paying attention, but instead speaking into his walkie-talkie, "Sir, I believe we have a rebel amongst us.

How could anyone know an uprising could start so small?

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More soon! R&R peeps! Peace!