(ANIL'S POV)

The chariots roll out one by one into the opening of the cheering crowd. I watch as the district of luxury, Seal and Derrick, come out and imedeatly gain the crowds liking. 'Great,' I think. 'Boston and Jonas will definitely get sponsors now.' My sarcasm hits me in the chest like a bullet when Boston and Jonas roll into view. 'They might actually get sponsors.' I'm overjoyed knowing that they might actually be well off in the games. I suppress a smile as the crowds go wild with shock, and all eyes are immediately turned to Boston and Jonas.

As the chariots wheel around to face the City Circle stand, the cameras focus in on an obese woman dressed head to toe in lavender making her stand out in the crowd. She's yelling something directed at the tributes below her. I can barely make out here voice throughout all the noise but what I hear catches my attention. "Go home children!" she says. "You don't deserve to die like this!"

My family and I are all stunned by her bravery and fight. We quickly recover from the shock as we are overwhelmed with more. A shot rings out through the crowd and the lady falls limp in her seat. Gasps wave through the crowd and everyone goes silent. A wide grin spreads across the president's face as she steps up to the pulpit and acts as if nothing, like a death recorded on live television, just happened.  "Greetings to all of Panem!" She greets, and the Capitol crowd goes wild.  Her hands move in a calming sensation and the noise diminishes.  She continues, "now let's welcome the 24 tributes for the 85th hunger games!" Cheers erupt and spread faster than wildfire. President Candidal has a murderous glint in her eye and a scowl hinted on her lips. I scowl back at her as we communicate through live television.

'You took both my siblings, and now you're going to pay,' I think, and it's as if we lock eyes but she pulls away first. She continues with her speech. "Happy hunger games, and may the odds be ever in your favor." She dismisses the carriages and swiftly turns away from the pulpit. The parade was over and the hunger games had officially started. Boston and Jonas are way out of reach and there's nothing I can do about it. The last time I'll see them will be during their televised interviews, and then they'll be placed into the arena, never to see the real sun or sky ever again....