The 100th Hunger Games [currently being edited]

Plutus's Meeting

Plutus Pamper's POV

I sit down on the velvet coated seat. In front of me is a display of luxurious foods, there is also a tall glass of clear fizzing liquid. I take a sip, I scrunch my nose in disgust and spit it out in a rose coloured napkin.

Clasping my hands together, I wait for President Snow to enter the room. On either side of the door is peacekeepers. I can't think why, I wouldn't try and run away. I've been invited to have tea with the president!

I jump up as President Snow enters through the wooden doors. "Hello Plutus, great to see you! Please do take a seat!" He exclaims. I bow down to him and then with back down. He chuckles and sits down opposite me.

He, elegantly takes a a small pie with salmon filling and pops it into his mouth. I look around, taking in the beautiful room. The walls are a deep crimson, with curtains that swish along the floor. The view from the room was breath-taking. You can see part if every district, the Rees of district seven, the sea from district four and the orchids from district eleven. The dazzling sun sparkles down into the room, illuminating the room with its bright rays. There isn't much furniture except from the long, wooden dining table, the chairs and a large bookcase filled to the top with every genre of books.

President Snow swallowed. "Plutus, I'm sure you understand that being the Capitol updater and interviewer is a very good job. It takes a lot of talent to get there, however it is even harder to stay there. After the last person who had the honour of your job, they passed away. I'm sure you know why. Last year, the 99th hunger games, they let the tributes have control of what they say. You have to have that control. Don't let them say anything... Rebellious." He says.

I nod my head, frantically.

"If you don't... Do well. You might just end up like last person who had your job." President Snow smirks. I nod again, this afternoon tea is not as pleasant as I thought it would be. I suddenly understand why there are peacekeepers. All I want to do is run away from the pressure I am being flattened by.

"Plutus? You will do what I say? Won't you?" President Snow threatens.

"Yes of course. Why wouldn't I?" I gabble. He smiles and passes me a platter of smoked salmon bagels. I take one even though I hate fish. President Snow watches me as I force the stinking fish down my throat. I pick up a napkin and wipe my mouth. I muffle a cough as I spit out the remains of the salmon bagel.

"I think I shall be leaving now. If you don't mind! I have a quite busy schedule!" I chirp, trying to hide my fears that he could behead me if I took a step wrong.

"Of course!" President Snow says. He leads me out of the room and strides towards the mahogany doors. He snaps his fingers and the doors open on queue. He waves me off as I climb into the white limousine.

The limousine drives away from the President's palace and stare out of the window, dreamingly. Is this job really as good as it seemed?

A/N - Thank you so much for 100 reads! I really can't believe that over 100 people want to read my fan fic!! Anyway sorry for any grammar/spelling mistakes that may have occurred!