Marmite's P.O.V.

"Listen to me Marmite, you know the Capitol. You can do this," my stylist, Georgia Lotsen, tells me as she clips the pearl necklace, my district token, around my neck. My boyfriend found all the pearls while he was doing what my district does best, fishing.

Georgia buckles up my suit and kisses my cheeck. " You will make it, my little mockingjay, my girl on fire." She whispers and lets go.

She braids my hair into a twist braid and puts an elastic at the end of it.

I step forward into my tube, anxious about what is going to happen.

I start to raise. Light blinds me once again. I look around at the tributes. I focus onto my prize, duel blades.

"Never again will there ever be a victor of the Hunger Games." A boy shouts. I recognise him to be the boy from Nine. He sits. Bombs go off around him. The air settles. He is still there, alive. He stands again.
" I have defied you Snow, live with it." He moves to sit but slips off of his platform. Bombs go off once again.

That shows him.

I focus once again.

"3.........2..........1............BEEP. May the 125th Annual Hunger Games begin."