Disclaimer: I do not own The Hunger Games. All rights go to Susan Collins.
Head Gamemaker Clarice Onforth's POV
I shook my head when I looked at this year's arena design.
"No. We need more." I demanded. "This year has to be a good show. Do you want to be executed?" I didn't dare try to say that lightly. These people needed the truth. This was Snow's third year of being president, and so far he proved to be ruthless.
"These tributes need to be shaking in fear when they arise from the tubes!" I exclaimed.
After last years disappointing win from District 6's scrawny Elliot Derol, the whole capital was out for blood, even me. After five years of being head gamemaker, I gave up feeling bad for the tributes. They never really win, anyway. The capitol does. As long as I am on their side, I win too.
"Lets try to think outside of the box here people! I want this years games to be something nobody will forget. Not even President Snow." I get a few nods from my coworkers, but nobody really seems that into it. We have been working all-nighters for at least a week now. One might think this job is demanding, but I love every second of it.
I let out a big sigh. Too bad almost everybody leaves this job in a body bag.
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