I'm finally at the fun part of this story. Don't get me wrong I love that I got to explore your tributes, but now I'm just ready to get on with it. I'll be wrapping up some loose ends, and you'll hear a bit from people you've not heard a lot from.

Ain't going back to Barton Hollow.

Devil gonna find me er' I go.

Won't do me no good,

washing in the river.

Can't no preacher man save my soul.

Obsidian Blackwell, 45

Teacher at Training Academy

Well, it's been a long 18 years, and it's finally almost time to make a strike.

It's been an uphill battle from the start. Getting Rachel alone long enough to slip the hypnosis leaf into her drink, and once I did it once I literally have had her doing it for me. It hasn't all been that easy though. Caridee isn't exactly on board with this whole "Master Plan."

However, the most impossible of any of the situations I've faced so far is that of Chanel Lourd. First of all, where does this girl find time to half run a country when she has 7 teenagers living in her house?! Not to mention that I'm 75% sure she's onto me, and she's waiting for the right time to strike. I remember her games, she doesn't play to lose.

She still hasn't confronted me though. I told future Star Fire, that when she returned to the past only to mention my first name. It's not like there isn't 6000 obsidians in the District 1 and Capitol area alone. Not to mention, Caridee was never mentioned at all in the pow wow that took place 18 years ago.

All anyone needs to know is this plan is playing out perfectly. Rachel is going to lose her mind, and I can finally take my place as ruler of this country. Calliope took it from my family, and then that harlot Rachel followed.

How 20 and 21 year olds seize power in this damn country, and how a seasoned and experienced person like me has to work so damn hard to make it, but trust me. It's not something I'm playing around with anymore. I'll have that girl's head on a platter, and I will destroy the very foundations of the toxic environment that she calls a country.

"Students, please return to the auditorium, it's time for the graduation ceremony to commence."

Perfect.

I won't lie to you, I messed up the scores. Caridee and I planned on voting weird for awhile. Not only does it throw the trainers off, because they already know what the scores for each person will be in their heads, but it throws the tributes off.

The scores aren't averaged by everyone agreeing on the placement. There are 10 sections with 10 points in each the tributes are graded on. You give the tributes low grades, that normally receive high grades, and that messes up the balance of the system completely. Just like if you give the kids that get pretty average kids perfect scores, things get a little...let's say fun. I made a point to especially place the District 9 girl high. I can't have her coming back. These kids are in for the shock of their lives as they sit through their graduation anticipating to be called within the first 5 or so names. I can't wait to see the boy from 12's face when they call him in his placement.

You see, right now is all about breaking the trust that people have in Rachel. What better way to start than messing her up on a national TV show? These kids have worked SO hard, and to have some of them graduate in the middle of even bottom in some cases will be a true travesty. From there, since all of us are Gamemakers, which I might add that Rachel is a cold hearted witch if she expects these parents to torture their kids in the arena, we mess up the games from there.

Walking down these hallways for one of the last times is a little sentimental actually. This is the place we, well I, birthed the game plan. This is where everything came into focus, and I was able to finally work towards becoming my birthright.

My Aunt never intended on giving up the crown to Calliope, that's right ladies and gentlemen, I'm the nephew of Alecto Snow. Rachel's mentor, and mother figure. She lost sight of what was important. We had to go into hiding after Calliope took over. She wanted all of the Snow's taken out due to people getting behind them, and wanting true rulers back. Hence why my last name is Blackwell.

The students all sit in the row that they were assigned to sit down in. A straight line, and in particular order. Chanel makes her way up to the stage and clears her throat.

"Hello." she says with a smile. "We felt like this day would never come. 18 years ago some of the biggest blessings I've ever gotten entered my household, and now that it's over.." she begins to tremble in her voice a little bit. "I don't really know what to do."

Mack, Iris, and Huck join her up at the podium. They all have been a crazy great support system for each other, and it's weird to think about. They all hated each other when this first started. Or, everyone hated Chanel.

"We are so proud of the tributes that you guys have become. It's hard letting you guys go, but we know that you'll make us proud." says Mackenzie.

Chanel wipes her eyes, and looks up at the light for a minute to get her composure. Weak, she should have known not to get attached to these brats.

"I know it's silly that we seem so sad to see you guys graduate, and given the circumstances I know you can't blame us. Falling in love with our children, because that's what you are. Ours. Was never supposed to happen. Thank you for making this the best 18 years a mother could have asked for." says Iris as tears start rolling down her face.

"Without further ado. Let's get the graduation ceremony started." says Huck as pulls the list out of his back pocket, and sits it down on the stage.

"Ranking first in the class, and also predicted Victor is.."

Happy for you

Know that I am.

Even if I, can't understand.

Honora Cashmere Flloyd, 18

District 4 Female

Who. Do. They. Think. They. Are?!

I worked my ass off for 13 years of my life. They had me doing everything! I was victor for 7 out of those thirteen years, and runner up for the rest. How dare they.

It's safe to say that I'm livid. If I knew a stronger word for the feeling I'm feeling, I would use it. I trained so hard. I don't understand.

The clicking of my heels echo throughout the halls as I storm down to the teachers lounge. The rest of the students went out to lunch as a celebration. These people have explaining to do. I have never felt more betrayed in my entire life. I cannot believe that the one year I actually needed to be ranked within the top 5 at least, is the year that I don't get it.

When I get to the door I don't bother knocking. The teachers, because at this point I refuse to call them family, sit around a table and are eating a cake. When they see me enter the room, a look of worry sweeps over their faces, and they know I'm upset.

"Honora, you aren't supposed to be in he-"

"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!?" I scream.

They all look very defensive as they sit their forks down and stare up at me with a frown on their face.

"Honora, we did the scoring system the normal way, and-"

"No, there is no way you did it the normal way!" I say walking over to the table they are sitting at. I take their cake and throw it across the room. Huck stands up and attempts to put his hand on me, but I give him a look that says I'll actually kill him. They know I will too. That's why when I give him the look, he backs down.

"7th place?!" I say. "I've done nothing different. None of those losers have anything on me! I was Victor the past 2 years running now! Not even someone like Wyatt beat me, or even Ares! I would be okay if I earned my 7th place spot, but I didn't. The kids that are in the top 5, they didn't earn those and you know it."

"Honora, we were just as shocked as you were when Star Fire returned the list with the scores on it. We thought that their had to be some mistake." says Chanel as she stands up. "My girl, I know this is hard for you-"

"I'm not your girl. You betrayed me." I say as I dodge her hug as she comes towards me. She looks hurt as she stands there. Her face is full of sadness, and I know this is hurting her. I can't stop though. I'm raging. I'm angry.

"Honora, that's enough." says Iris standing up. "You can leave now."

"Trust me, I plan to." I say as I turn and walk towards the door. I stop and turn around, and stare back at "mom" as she stands up in the same place with the same sad look on her face. "Don't wait up tonight." I say as I stroll out of the room.

I hear Chanel start to whimper the moment I leave the room, and multiple chairs moving. I assume they're getting up to comfort her, but she doesn't deserve it. She doesn't get sympathy. How could she let this happen to me?

My heels continue the click down the hall, as I pull out my cellphone and begin to dial the familiar number that I've dialed so many times before.

"Hello?"

"Jinx, get ready for tonight. We're getting shit faced and sloppy." they want to ruin my chances, I'll show them what I'm capable of achieving. I'll make them look like the most irresponsible parents ever.

"Sounds like a plan. Everyone is at the burger shack!"

"SYLVIA. SYLVIA. SYLVIA!"

I roll my eyes, I still can't believe that bitch is number one in our class. I have no idea how that happened. She didn't even crack the top 10 I don't think until the last two years? That's how irrelevant she's been to me.

"Do me a favor and stab that bitch in the throat." I say as I hang up.

I continue down the main hallway when a camera crew comes running up and stops me.

"Honora, how does it feel to not be in the top 5 places for the first time ever?"

"Honora, how does it feel to lose everything you've worked for?!"

"Honora, will you still be confident entering the games?"

I stop and yank a camera out of a reporter's hand. They all freeze. It's probably best to not piss off a trained killer, but the paparazzi knows no bounds, and eventually these bitches are going to have to learn a lesson or two.

"I have a question for you." I say sweetly as I twirl a camera in my hands. "How does it feel to know I'm either going to shove this up your ass, or slam it to the ground?" I ask.

The reporter looks scared for his stupid camera, and he reaches for it again, but I kick him in the groin, and he goes down.

"I am not a loser. I did not lose everything. I'm still a boss ass bitch that's going to dominate in these games. I have no further comments. You'll see me when I'm back on my victory tour."

I take the camera and hurl at the ground next to the man. I know I'm going to get in trouble. Ever since we were old enough to understand our fame in the districts we were always told not to talk to reporters. Not only did I just break that rule, but I assaulted one.

"I'm calling the Peacekeepers." says the man as he pulls out his phone.

I bend down and look at the man in the face. My tight white dress is probably showing all my unmentionables, but at this point I don't even care. Go out with a bang or go home.

"Call the peacekeepers, what are they going to do? Keep me from the Hunger Games? My mom is the Vice President." I say with a grin. "You don't scare me."

I stand up and walk over him and walk out of the doors. My plan is moving along nicely. They want to see a rebel child, I'll give them the best rebel they've ever seen.

Clap along if you feel like a room without a roof.

Cause I'm happy, clap along if you feel like happiness is the truth.

Clap along if you know what happiness is to you

Keanu Hargrave, 18

District 11 Male

There is a lot of angry faces in the burger shack tonight. There has been so many surprises today, that I'm not quite sure what is going to happen with the next few days. It's hard to believe that in just a few days, something we've waited our whole lives for is going to come into fruition.

I never thought that this day would come. The Hunger Games has always been something that was in the back of all our heads. Every time we would open up to someone, every time we would have a new relationship start, every time we would hang out with each other. There was a thought in the back of our heads that the person we are dealing with could be the very one to stick a knife in our back.

"I can't believe the final scores." says Sylvia as she is still beaming. Jade and her have been over the moon about their placement rankings. They really needed those boost to get noticed by the sponsors. I'm pretty neutral with mine. It isn't too shabby, and it's not something that I should be ashamed of.

"Yeah, I can't believe it either." says Honora as she takes a huge bite out of her burger. She has been very passive aggressive and bitchy since the list came out. Jinx and Vera have been hanging around her and trying to comfort her, but I don't see her getting over this anytime soon.

"Listen, maybe you should have just worked harder." says Sylvia nonchalantly.

Not a smart move, going to piss off the psycho girl, this girl is going to be a straight savage in the games. I wouldn't want to be in her crossfire. Especially if I was number one on the slot. Her being there only adds to the drama of her already. She's put a target in her back since the beginning.

"Maybe you should realize that this was just a fluke, and that you're going to die in the games anyways." says Honora as she tilts her head to the side.

"Talking a big game for some person who got..what was it? 6th? No, that's way too high. It was 7th." says Jade with a smirk as she takes a french fry and dips it in some ketchup. She pops it in her mouth and begins to chew when Honora throws a bunch of french fries at her.

"I'm going to go ahead and assume you're clinically insane after the events of today. Because if you just threw french fries at my head, you're a freaking fool."

"You didn't even place well." says Jinx. "Third place isn't even successful."

"Says the girl who not only has lived in Honora's shadow her whole life, but also is ranked 12th." says Sylvia.

"Girls, girls, put the claws away." I say interjecting. We are the last 5 at the table. Vera and I have done a pretty good job at staying mutual, but at the rate this is going I'm scared it's going to be an all out brawl in the middle of the shack.

"Stay out of this, Keanu" literally all four of them say at the same time.

I stick my hands up in support as I walk away from the group and head out of the doors. The minute I exit the shack everyone swarms me with questions. I see reporters as flashing cameras in my face, and microphones being placed near my mouth. I push through the crowd and exit, when the sound of a window shattering brings us back to reality. The reporters swarm the inside of the shack and see a full on diva fight between the four girls. Vera slides out of the shack with a devious smile on her face, and makes her way down the street.

"Hey! Why didn't you try and stop them!" I yell.

She turns to me and looks innocent, but she can tell that I'm not going anywhere until I get an answer.

"Sometimes you just gotta look out for yourself, Keanu." she says.

She turns and runs down the street, and turns down the road where they have the skatepark. Following close behind her, I see that she is meeting up with Edith, Carmen, and Artemis. Interesting. Alliances are already forming.

All my life I've been good.

But now?

I'm thinking what the hell.

Chanel Lourd, 38

Vice President of Panem

"A fight in a fast food place?! Are you serious?! This is what our daughters have come to, Mackenzie."

"Chanel, calm down." says Mackenzie.

Her parenting style has always gotten on my last nerve. Little elf child walking around handing out pats on the back, and slaps on the wrist when someone does something bad. That's not how this works. That's not how the world is going to work if one of these girls get out of the freaking arena.

"You know what, no. I'm not going to calm down." I say turning to the girls as they sit on the couch. Honora and Sylvia are both sporting black eyes, and Jade and Jinx have bruises on their arms and legs.

"This is embarrassing." I say. "You kids have embarrassed me. Not only are you representatives that were chosen for the games, but you are direct relative to the country's Vice President! In all my years of parenting I have never been so angry at any of my children un-"

"Chanel, that is enough!" says Mackenzie standing up.

"Fine! Little Elf if you want to take care of this, do what you do best and sweep it under the carpet. Take your girls and get out of my house."

She looks surprised at me, but after a few moments of just standing there I walk over to the door and hold it open. "Don't let it hit you in the butt on the way out."

Her and her daughters leave the room, and when my own try slipping into their rooms I snap my fingers and point back at the couch. They roll their eyes, and I give them a look that let's them know not to play games with me. I'm not in the mood for this crap today.

"Listen Tweedledum and Tweedledee, what in the hell brought you to this conclusion that fighting in the burger shack was even REMOTELY acceptable. You realize it's against the law to fight before the games right?! I have half a mind to have you two locked up and miss the party all together."

"Mom!" they scream, but before they can say anything else I cut them off.

"Don't you dare mom me like I'm the bad guy. You had me have to talk to a Peacekeeper who looked like a goblin, and not only that, but I'm going to have to report this to Quasimoto and she's going to have to talk to you!"

I haven't called Rachel that in years. Something about being a parent makes you grow up. The idea that I even used nicknames like "Quasi", or "McFrizzle" when I was younger is a bit of a surprise to me. I'm not the same selfish girl that won the Hunger Games back in the 298th year. Things are serious now.

I love my kids.

I take a deep breath and give them a chance to get their mean facial expressions out. When everything is calmed down, and I realize that I'm not seeing red I sit down across from them, and look them in the eyes.

"Tomorrow is the graduation party, which is the equivalent to the interviews for when I did the games. I expect you two to be on your best behavior. You're going to have a lot of ground to cover tomorrow for the sponsors. They don't place bets on impulsive tributes, and that's what you showed them you are tonight."

The girls nod and go to their rooms. Honora mumbles under her breath, and then I hear the door slam.

"Oh my gosh I need alcohol." I say as I walk over to the fridge and pull out the bottle of tequila that I've been hiding from the kids. I get out a glass. Not a shot glass, a regular sized glass, and pour the bottle until the cup is filled about halfway.

"I just want to forget tonight." I mutter as I walk back to my room.

I change into my pink pajamas. Some things never change, and the fact that I'm fabulous never get old. Even if I am. It's hard to believe that 18 years of my life have been about these kids. 18 years of my life is something that has the potential to die.

How messed up is that?

Crawling into bed, I remove the covers, and take a sip out of my tequila. Nothing says the day is over like a nice sip of the good stuff. I pull out my book that I've been reading, and try to focus on anything else but the fact that at least 6 of my children are going to die in 2 days.

And there is nothing I can do about it.

Well, that was graduation. Definitely wanted to show you guys some of the background. Tomorrow, maybe, will be when I get the interviews out. We will hear from Huck as the MC and each tribute will get a little bit of time, which is probably going to be a quote at the microphone about graduation. If you want your tribute to have a specific quote, PM me.

The list

Victor: Sylvia Hadley

2nd Place: Joseph Aleds

3rd Place: Jade VanBelle

4th Place: Keanu Hargrave

5th Place: Katarina Morellee

6th Place: Caius Sevara

7th Place: Honora Cashmere Flloyd

8th Place: Wyatt Lane

9th Place: Ares Styx

10th Place: Jinx Freight

11th Place: Julian Octavian Maximus

12th Place: Artemis Merone

13th Place: Hazel Patch

14th Place: Nickle Parks

15th Place: Orion Aquarius

16th Place: Vera Naylor

17th Place: Sashen Blaize

18th Place: Ava Willows

19th Place: Edith Blackwood

20th Place: Ellie Zweigle

21st Place: Baptiste L'Acroix

22nd Place: Jayanti Haeok

23rd Place: Shawn Wheel

24th Place: Tycho Brunsfeld

25th Place: Carmen Diego

26th Place: Amandus Porter

Heads up, I do have my bloodbaths mostly picked out. Keep in mind that just because these kids are marked low, doesn't mean they aren't arced ;)

Keep it classy,

Caleb