Bolivia Hodges-Head GameMaker

-15 years prior to the 223rd Annual Hunger Games-

I'm so done. These idiots have no idea what they are doing. Here I am trying to make a quarter Quell and these idiots don't know their ups from downs.

"What if we do a Victors pool. That way to show that even the strongest among them cannot face us." says Amelia

"You idiot. That was done over a hundred years ago. We have to make this the best quell yet. The last couple of years have been horrid. No wonder people are getting tired of these games." says Jose.

Both of these people are mentally incompetent. They're looking to far into the now. There is 15 years until the next quell. All this time, it would be a shame to waste.

"You two stop bickering. We need to think farther. You're stuck into a box."

"We could do half and half." says Amelia.

"That is probably the stupidest thing I've ever heard!" Jose looks at her angry. He's angry.

"No...no. There is a idea. What if we opened up a Academy in the Capital. Made it where you can enroll your child. For one year, and one year only, the capital will have a reaping. 12 from here and 12 from there."

If Jose wasn't livid before he is now. As he should be. He let that ditz show him up.

"We need to make it fair then. If over half of the kids are trained. We should make it where only Careers are able to enter." Jose looks proud as I give him a grin.

It's all to perfect.

-The Quell Announcement. 15 years later-

Alecto Snow-President of Panem

"You don't tell me to shut up! Do you know who I am?!"

"I don't care who you are bitch! I'm Marissa Fucking Vixon!"

Please tell me again how these two girls made it to the Victors chair. All they do is bicker. About EVERYTHING. If I hadn't seen them killing the other tributes in their games, I would have thought they annoyed them to death.

"Girls. Settle down now please. It wasn't that big of a deal!"

The both turn and look to me.

"Sorry Madame..." says Rachel Callowgwey winner of the 223rd Games.

Marissa Vixon, who won the 224th games just scoffs. She doesn't change for anybody. It's something I like about her.

"Too be fair Rachel, you did get to read last years twist." I say in a motherly tone.

"But this is a QUELL! I don't want to miss this!"

"FINE! We'll do it together." Marissa says rolling her eyes.

"Glad that's decided. Now that we have kept the whole country waiting. Here you go." I hand the envelope to Rachel.

"I call reading it!" says Marissa as she yanks the card away.

Rachel pouts but walks on with her down the hall. I flip on the TV right as they enter to the stage.

"Hey guys!" Rachel says in a sweet voice, "We are here to announce the 9th Quarter Quell. I'm your winner of the 223rd Games Rachel Callowgwey!"

The crowd cheers. Not that they needed a reminder of who she is. She's literally everywhere in the capital. On billboards, and magazine covers. She might as well be the Princess of Panem.

"I'm Marissa Vixon."

The crowd roars even louder. Which hurts Rachel, but that's okay. Marissa just won her games. She's newer. She has been seen less. Partly due to the fact she is one of the most difficult people ever.

"Ya ya, follow your dreams and all that fun stuff. Okay the quell. 17 years ago to this day, the Capital opened up a career academy for the children that were just born. They were able to enter the academy and trained for a unknown Hunger Games. That time is now." says Rachel

Marissa opened up a card.

"To show that even the Capital cannot stand without the President. 12 tributes will be from the Capital, and 12 will be from Panem. The trick about Panem is...all tributes are from 1, 2, and 4."

I bet the lower districts are sighing with relief. No Hunger Games for them this year.

"Thank you guys! Have a awesome day!" with that the two girls walk off stage. Not before Marissa trips Rachel.

Guys! I'm back. Okay. Here is the deal. It's not going to be a SYOT. This is all my characters, all my plots, and all my back grounds. Hope you enjoy.