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Dreamer
President Everdeen steps out onto the podium to address the nation. Below her, the applause and cheers are deafening, and peacekeepers barely manage to keep the crowd from getting too close to the stage. Photographers struggle to get close enough to get a picture of one of her rare appearances. Behind her, nearly out of sight, stand Peeta Mallark and their two children.
The President doesn't smile. She doesn't wave to the crowd. She only waits until the crowd is quiet to speak.
"For too long, we have been forced to sacrifice twenty-four of our loved ones, our siblings, our children to seventy-five years of Hunger Games for the former capitol's entertainment. For too long, they watched us struggle to survive from the comfort of their luxurious homes, placed bets on us like we weren't real people fighting for our lives, and punished us for crimes we had nothing to do with. Well, no more. In two days, a reaping will take place in the main city of the former capitol. Let's see how they like watching their children fight to the death. Let's see how they like being watched and bet on. Let the seventy-sixth hunger games begin!"
Without another word, President Everdeen turns and walks off the stage.
Behind her, the cheers and applause are deafening again. The citizens watching the live broadcast, the people of the former Capitol, are completely silent. No one in the crowds gathered outside to watch cheers. A few people in their homes cry. Though they weren't expected to be happy about it. The broadcast wasn't meant for them after all.
It was meant for the thirteen Districts. The winners of the rebellion.
The President doesn't smile. She doesn't wave to the crowd. She only waits until the crowd is quiet to speak.
"For too long, we have been forced to sacrifice twenty-four of our loved ones, our siblings, our children to seventy-five years of Hunger Games for the former capitol's entertainment. For too long, they watched us struggle to survive from the comfort of their luxurious homes, placed bets on us like we weren't real people fighting for our lives, and punished us for crimes we had nothing to do with. Well, no more. In two days, a reaping will take place in the main city of the former capitol. Let's see how they like watching their children fight to the death. Let's see how they like being watched and bet on. Let the seventy-sixth hunger games begin!"
Without another word, President Everdeen turns and walks off the stage.
Behind her, the cheers and applause are deafening again. The citizens watching the live broadcast, the people of the former Capitol, are completely silent. No one in the crowds gathered outside to watch cheers. A few people in their homes cry. Though they weren't expected to be happy about it. The broadcast wasn't meant for them after all.
It was meant for the thirteen Districts. The winners of the rebellion.
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