President Snow's P.O.V:
What to do.. what to do. I sit in my office, pondering as calmly as I can what to do about the suicidal girl dead before the Games even start. She hadn't even been interviewed yet, so I couldn't just have an Avox blown up out there. My dear Gretchen, WHY MUST YOU MAKE IT SO HARD?! My thoughts turn to Fecilia Feathersfowl, the anti-Hunger Games escort suffering down in the dungeon. Perhaps we could make her Gretchen... The whip lashes on her back could be hidden easily, and she's probably skinny enough by now to pass for District 4. And she is a rather young escort, too. That comes in handy. So little hair dye, some cream to make her less wrinkly, and a few other tweaks will do it. Along with a bit more- -convincing her to play the part. Yes. That should do it.
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THE 150th HUNGER GAMES
FanfictionThe story of 192 tributes in nine different Games, the special twist for this 150th year of the Hunger Games, the experiences they will have, and the two rebels that could change everything. ~do both of us a favor and don't copy #Bowlicia~
