The 100th Annual Hunger Games Quarter Quell: District Revenge

Ellaydra Kings ~ Tribute Social (Part 1)

"Are you done talking because I could care less?"

The pilot looked at me in dismay. His big brown eyes quivered along with his lips. "I was getting to the part where-"

"Look mister, I honestly do not give a crap about your son's days during the second rebellion. Do you really think in your right mind that I would be interested in listening to your boring dim-witted conversation about your son who fought in combat against my home?"

The pilot guy remained silent.

"I didn't think so," I say folding my arms across my chest.

I sat with my legs crossed for the rest of the ride, dreading the fact that I didn't use the bathroom before we left. When the hover taxi landed onto the roof, my eyes expanded, and I couldn't keep my mouth close.

"Nice hmm?" The pilot says shutting off the engine.

"It's beautiful," My eyes were directly drawn to the swimming pool. It was the most perfect color of aqua I had ever seen. The pool boys from my view seem delicious as well as the virgin ice mixers at the bar. The mansion was sky high with the bright red sun beating down onto the plane. A Peacekeeper tries to help me out of my seat but I swat his hand away, took a risk, and jumped from the six foot landing out of the plane. I dropped down on my hands and knees and stood up like it was nothing.

"Where are you taking me?" I asked the Peacekeeper.

"Your Quarter's Ms. Kings," he says walking towards the outside door on the roof.

"It's Mrs. Kings, you simple minded freak, I am MARRIED!" I say following him into the door.

"Oh, my sincere apologies Mrs. Kings," The Peacekeeper says.

"Nah!" I hoot. "I'm just messin' with ya'. I don't even have a boyfriend- yet,"

The Peacekeeper kept quiet and I followed him onto the elevator.

"What do all of these buttons do?" I question running my fingers along 50 silver dials.

"Do not touch Ms. Kings, they indicate which designated floor you wish to go,"

I pull my hand back before the Peacekeeper could swat it with his club.

"Which floor am I going to?"

"Floor three,"

"Can I push the button?"

He let out a frustrated sigh and rolled his eyes.

"As you wish Ms. Kings,"

I pressed the button that's labeled "3" and the elevator swishes down making my stomach drop from the speed. It makes a complete stop and I fall back into the Peacekeeper. He abruptly throws me off of him.

"Do not move," he ordered and I'm still as a statue.

A little silver machine pokes from the top of the door in the elevator. It flicks open and shines a bright green light from its lens, blinding me in my eyes first, then scanning down my entire body.

"What the hell!"

The door to the elevator swung open and the Peacekeeper pushes me into my quarters with his club.

"Don't touch me!" I growled between my teeth.

The elevator doors retracted and the Peacekeeper is gone. I turn around to see the black and white vintage tiled room of my dreams. There was a king sized bed big enough the fit all of the reaped Tributes this year, and trust me, I won't be the only one sleeping in it if you know what I mean. The bed was made out of a plush quilt that reminds me of home. These type of bed sheets are only used for guest in the Capitol. I'm assuming I'm a guest. There was nothing much to my room. A beautiful bed, tiled floors, a kitchen, a bathroom. You'd think we get better service considering the fact that 35 of us will be dead in two weeks. Not that it matters.