me: This is really where you see the difference between South and North.

Angel: MRA's really excited about this chapter.

Total: She is.

me: *jumps up and down* I am! Enjoy!

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-Max POV-

I sat in the school desk, facing the Governor of the South. He was a middle aged man, balding brown hair turning gray. His brown eyes started at the whiteboard, wondering what to do next. To any new Competitor, it would scare them to death. It did me. But now, it felt like a second home.

The Govenor turned to face me. "Maximum, you're father has just returned with the name of the North Competitor. It's Fang Griffiths."

Lightning struck through me. Everyone has heard about Fang. He's the one who's set the record in the North. And he's won one more then me. My eyes lowered to the wooden top of the desk.

"I know you're nervous. I would be too. But we've collected information on him over the years. He's skillful and quick. He will strike at the moment you least expected. You can never let your guard down. Even for one second. Because he will take advantage of it."

I nodded. I felt light headed. I can't even remember the order of the words, it was all a jumble in my head. I was still having trouble getting over my opponent.

"Max," he repeated. My head snapped up. "Did you understand me?"

"Never let my guard down, got it."

He put his hands on my desk and looked at me straight in the eye, not letting me look away. "Max, this is serious. We can't survive another year. Four years have passed since we last got a chance to harvest. We can't survive a fifth. You can't lose!"

No pressure or anything.

I nodded. "I know. I'll... win. I will."

The Governor nodded and stood straight.

-Fang POV-

Everyone knew Maximum Martinez.

She'sa living legend.

Too bad she'll have to die in a few days.

I wasn't even listening to the Governor. I knew everything there was to know about Max. I bet I even knew more about the Governor, and he's actually met her. I know more then all of these people combined. I could draw a portrait of her exactly or write an embarrassing biography of her life.

I'm not a stalker or anything.

Really, I'm not her stalker. Some chic named Lissa is. She has an Internet page that will blow your mind.

It's sad how much more developed the North is then the South. We're still in the 21st century, but they're in the 20th.

But really, I felt bad for the South. They haven't one a Competition in years. We eat four meals a day when they're practically starving themselves. That's why when I win, I'm going to share some of the harvest. No, I'm not allowed to do that. Who cares? They won't prosecute me. I'm the reason the South hasn't formed an invasion army.

I hate to say this, but Max is hot.

The Governor's words were just an annoying buzzing in the back of my head.

I had tracked down exactly how I was planning to kill Max.

She would never see it coming.

"FANG!" the Governor yelled, slamming his hands on the top of my desk. I jumped. "Are you even listening?"

"Uh... yeah," I lied.

"You are our star Competitor. We can't lose you. You have to kill Max!"

I nodded. "Um, yeah. I've got it all planned out. I got a new strategy. She won't know what hit her."

The Governor was a young man, maybe in his early twenties, a deep scar above his left eyebrow from a trip to the Ring. His right ear was red, burned when his opponent tried fire. As another result, there was a strip of bald past his burned ear, where his hair would never grow back. The rest of his head had a buzz cut. He was pretty intimidating.

He narrowed his eyes and leaned closer, his milky blue eyes sending a shiver down my spine. "You better. If you die, I will bring you back to life just to burn you alive and stomp on your ashes." My nose wrinkled. He'd go through with it, trust me. He'd already burned one woman live. Really, I don't know why the people haven't thrown him in the freezing water.

"I will. I'll, I'll kill her. You don't have to worry about that." I smiled. His lip didn't even twitch.

"Get out of my sight, Griffiths."

That I was happy to do. I grabbed my backpack and tightened my thick coat around me.

The South's Governor uses kind words and gentleness.

The North's Governor uses stern words and intimidation.

And look where it gets us.

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me: Hoped you liked it! I did!

Angel: She's excited.

Total: Now she wants to read more of Mockingjay.

me: It's the last Hunger Games book. If you hadn't read that series, GO TO A BOOKSTORE!

*clears throat* Sorry for that little rant. I'm in part two. I happy. I be even happier if you review!