A/N: I've created a forum for all things Hunger Games. The link is on my profile. Please come check it out. I'm lonely.
I don't own the Hunger Games.
March 7th, 2225
I have made a decision. One day, people will want to know of my life as a child. I will show them things I wrote, including entries from this diary. I can't really do that if all entries are filled with descriptions of murders I have committed. So, I will describe them no more. I will say, however, that by this date, I have killed ten people. I am a suspect for none. No one would think that that quiet ten-year-old would ever do something to harm another human. You will know - I will tell you - if another person becomes to reckless for their own good, dies a terrible death of unknown causes. Surely you will draw the connection. I have not had use for the poison of late. It has been nearly five months since the last death.
March 7th. March. Time is marching along, carrying a thousand-pound sack on it's back. It is dragging, taking its sweet time. One year ago, it was yesterday. When will time progress normally? It is only crawling. I cannot wait for this summer, for the first Quarter Quell, and I know I'm not the only one.
Maybe when I'm president I'll have four Games a year - one each season. And one per year will be a Quell. Oh, that would be great, and the Capitol would love me even more. But I don't think it could happen. There is a fine line between intimidating the districts - keeping them in line - and being tyrannical to the point where they feel the need to rebel.
Of course, it's not like we couldn't quench a rebellion. We've done it before. We squished the rebels. Well, maybe we didn't squish them - they did get farther than we expected, to be honest - but we put an end to the formal rebellion. But not to the rebelling.
Plans. Presidency is all about good planning. And conquering. And the Games, of course. I'm a master at plans, conquering, ruthlessness. That's why I shall be the nation's best president. Keidon is too lenient.
In time, I am quite certain I will become more than a president. A king, perhaps. Yes, a king. I will rule Panem as it has never been ruled before. I will put an end to the nation's current system and turn it into a kingdom. Where I shall rule. Where I shall be King of Panem. No longer will I be President. I will be King Coriolanus Snow. What a utopia it would be.
Can you imagine?
-Soon to be, King Coriolanus Snow.