Hi I am writing another syot. I was interrupted earlier on anyway there is a tribute form on my profile. You can submit up to three tributes. I am only accepting tributes through pm. Please submit. I hope you like this intro, I went out and bought Catching Fire and have just watched it while writing, it's perfect. (the film I mean). So Katniss and Peeta never won the 74th hunger games, Foxface did. There was never a rebellion and the hunger games are still going strong. Please submit a tribute or two and tell me what you think.

I shakily smiled as I smoothed down a couple of lose tendrils from my otherwise perfect ballerina bun. I was in a glass lift, rising up at such a speed everything was a complete blur. I glanced at my face in the small mirror again to make sure I looked as close to perfection as possible and then frowned. Was this dress to plain for the president? I didn't normally wear dresses but I wanted to look smart. I'm meeting President Dew in his office in approximately three minutes to discuss the plans for the arena this year. After years of sitting in the sidelines watching head gamemakers come and go I am finally ready to step up to that position myself. I've heard the President can be difficult and hard to persuade but I'm sure I will get on his good side. I was wearing a plain blue dress with poufy silver tutu on top and electric blue skyscraper heels so I was bound to make an impression but not look to much, also I looked professional and blue was the Presidents favorite color or so I heard.

Ding

The lift stopped and the glass doors slid open elegantly. I held my head high and confidently strutted down the corridor leading to the president's office. I smiled when I saw a couple of Avox's look at me enviously, I bet they wished they had my job or my looks or my life and personally I can't blame them. I knocked twice, loud and clear on the door at exactly ten forty five.

"Come in Miss Grath" a deep voice called. I took a deep breath and resisted the urge to smooth down my natural hair. I had a red wig glued on for a couple of years but now as head gamemaker I wanted to try a new older and more sophisticated look leaving my natural blonde locks only adding extensions to make it a suitable length.

"President Dew sir" I gave him what I hoped was a warm smile. "What an honor, I hope you are well?"

"I have been better now sit" he says coolly gesturing to a large plush white sofa opposite his desk. I trot over to the sofa, my shoes clacking against the glass floor and take a seat. "Lemon apple toffee?" he says offering a crystal clear bowl with several green sweets.

"No thank you sir now this year I think you will be pleasantly surprised about what I have in store. I was thinki"- I stop abruptly as he holds up his hands.

"All in good time Miss Grath, all in good time. Are you sure you can't be tempted to a sweet. I think you will find them quite...Sharp" President Dew says picking up a handful and dropping them on his desk, he puts one in his mouth and sucks it loudly. I try not to cringe at the horrendous sound and I look at the floor for a minute or two while he eats. He helps himself to another and another much to my annoyance but I twiddle my thumbs and stay silent, he is the President after all. He reaches out to grab another looking at me with a childish smirk on his face and I inwardly sigh. "Alright Miss Grath, I can see you are desperate to share your ideas so impress me" he swings his feet up onto the desk and I try not to mind.

"Well this year I was thinking of having a small forest with the trees so close together you can barely move and"- President Dew yawns and stretches, I ignore the rude gesture and plough on. "The cornucopia would be a field and there would be a small river".

"No" the president says bluntly.

"No" I echo, it's like working with a child. Why does he have to be so difficult? He's twenty six for crying out loud.

"No Miss Grath. The hunger games have been going on for over one hundred years and that has happened before...many times. I want something new and impressive; so far none of the head gamemakers I have hired have been able to meet my standards. I had such high hopes for you Miss Summer Grath" he says shaking his head.

"I have other ideas, lots of them. Here look I made lists, mutations and arenas" I pass him a couple of notebooks filled with plans and sketches and swallow. Twenty minutes ago I felt like I was floating; only now I feel like I've been dragged back to a harsh reality. If he doesn't feel satisfied I could lose my position. He knew he was taking a risk hiring a woman for the job, especially a twenty five year old with little experience. I could be executed, so could my family. I glanced up at President Dew as he flicked through my ideas binning one after another, a bored expression on his face. He stayed silent for a while binning my work and shredding my confidence. What If my ideas are not good enough? What about the ten years I spent training for this? My family were all so proud when I told them I got the job; I couldn't let them down now. Suddenly his eyes lit up slightly, you wouldn't have noticed if you weren't looking closely.

"Miss Grath, this is an ambitious piece. Where did you get such an interesting idea?" he says slowly.

"Oh you know...around. Which idea is that?" I stutter slightly confused. Wordlessly I am handed a single piece of paper with a sketch stapled on top.

"Something like that would be ideal. Could you pull it off?"

"I-I'm not sure"

"No, it's either yes or well the only answer I'm looking for is yes"

"Then yes, yes I could" I say enthusiastically standing up. "I will contact the rest of the gamemakers immediately and hold a meeting, I'm sure they are all up for a challenge"

"Good, good" the president says popping another sweet in his mouth. "I will meet with you again at this time in exactly one week. I want to see an outline and a plan. Good day" I head for the door quickly but not quick enough it would seem. "Oh and Summer if I can call you that, don't wear a tutu next time, it looks ridiculous". I cringe again and stumble towards the door. It opens automatically and I hear him laughing to himself as I walk away. I pluck the painful heels from my feet and rush back down the corridor past the Avox's who were sending me looks of pity and don't stop until I am back in the glass lift and alone with my thoughts. I think he was impressed in the end but what a disgusting man. To think I am going to be working with him closely from now one. I glance at my face in the small mirror I was staring at less than thirty minutes ago. My hair was starting to fall out of its bun and my hands were shaking. I looked pathetic, childish even with the tears in my eyes. I don't know why I feel like crying, I should be happy. My idea was accepted, well one did. I mentally scolded myself and put my uncomfortable heels back on. I needed to call a meeting together immediately but who to call first?

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