President Penelope Reynolds

I grab the remote and turn off the TV. The reapings went well and it seems as though we'll have a good batch of tributes for this year's Games; much better than last year.

Last year, the Games were awful. There was only one strong Career; all the other tributes were pathetic. The victor was the only tribute with a brain in the arena, so he easily outsmarted that idiotic Career boy and ended up winning. To be honest, I'm not even sure which district he was from. I had lost interest in last year's Games almost immediately.

This year, however, I'm sure will be much better. The tributes look much more promising. Plus, I have a whole new batch of Gamemakers since most of the ones who worked on the Games last year were executed.

I look down at my watch and frown. It's already 4:46. At 5:00 I'm supposed to be interviewing a possible replacement Master of Ceremonies. Unfortunately, Caesar Flickerman passed away, and I don't know how we're going to find a suitable replacement.

I look around my office and realize that I should tidy up before the interview. I pick up the revolver on my desk, make sure it's loaded, and put it in the drawer closest to my right hand.

I pick up some paper work and tossed it in the garbage. It's likely unimportant, anyway.

I continue organizing my desk until it's clean. All that's left at this point is my calendar, pencil holder, a little lamp, my coffee mug (which is now empty) and a small picture frame.

The picture is of myself, President Snow and Vice President Waltz. The photo had been taken a few months before the 3rd Quarter Quell. It seems that after that picture was taken, everything fell apart.

The districts, led by that incorrigible Katniss Everdeen, had started rebelling after the disaster of the Quarter Quell and the escaped victors, and don't even get me started on District Thirteen. That rebellion had been a very close call for the Capitol. They got so close to taking us over; they managed to kill President Snow and Vice President Waltz, however they left me to live. I guess (being the 3rd in command) I just wasn't important enough.

While the rebels were busy executing Panem's leaders, I guess you could say I was organizing my own little rebellion against the rebellion. We killed nearly everyone that had taken part in their act of defiance. All the victors who participated were killed (all except Katniss, Peeta, and Alma Coin, who were each given their own public executions), which ended up posing a problem when it came to mentors; there were still a few districts who had lost all their victors, so we had to send in hired mentors from the Capitol.

After we took down the rebels, I naturally took my rightful place as president. After all, I had been the one to take back the control from Thirteen, and I was next in line anyway.

It took a few years for everything to return to normal, but in the end, everything was sorted out.

I put down the picture, which I apparently picked up at some point. Looking back at my watch, I see that the candidate for Master of Ceremonies should be here in just a few minutes.

I stand up and walk over to the nearby mirror; I have to make sure I look presentable.

I fix my hair. It's light brown and fairly long, or at least I consider it to be long. My eyes are also a light brown colour. I find my appearance pretty dull and boring; I don't really have any features that stand out.

I frown and return to my desk.

Almost as soon as I sit down, the phone rings. I groan. I have no idea why we had to put it all the way by the door to my office. I've been meaning to get that fixed for a while now. Having to pick up a telephone seems so below me too. I'd much rather have an intercom installed.

I get back up and drag myself over to the phone.

"Hello?" I answer, trying to keep my voice neutral. I'm not even sure why I have to go through all these formalities. I know that the only person who ever calls me is my assistant, Gomez.

"Shawnt'elle Mitsuko is here for her interview."

"Alright, let her come in in 6 minutes." It's just a rule of thumb that you always make a visitor wait if you're meeting with them.

"Of course, Ms. Reynolds," he says and hangs up the phone.

I make my way back to the desk and sit down. That poor girl doesn't know what she's getting herself into.

This is just a little filler chapter so I can give everyone an update on the tributes so far and stuff. Thank you to everyone who's submitted a tribute so far, I really appreciate it! There are still plenty of spots open so if you've only submitted one tribute, feel free to submit another or tell your friends to submit one! And for the tribute list, it's not super official, if your tribute is on the list, they are in the games but some district could potential end up being changed. Don't forget to review about what you thought of this chapter, I'd really appreciate it! :D

Also thank you to The Whispering Panda for Beta Reading this! :D

District 1:

Male- Ivan Hazelwood (17)

Female- Ciara Regan (16)

District 2:

Male- Jagger Krall (18)

Female-

District 3:

Male- Maxton Lockhearst (12)

Female-

District 4:

Male- Blade Finch (17)

Female-

District 5:

Male-

Female- Yuki Belephant (15)

District 6:

Male-

Female-

District 7:

Male-

Female-

District 8:

Male-

Female- Indigo McIrish (14)

District 9:

Male-

Female- Lynn Rivera (15)

District 10:

Male-

Female- Patience Wilkes (16)

District 11:

Male-

Female-

District 12:

Male-

Female- Arty Waters (17)

(if I got anything wrong like I misspelled their name or got the age wrong feel free to tell me, but the districts were changed a bit cause it couldn't work for everyone so sorry about that :P)