Inside the head of President Snow

Chapter4-let the teaping commence

I just wanted to ask everyone if they could comment? And also follow me. That would be great.

"REAPING DAY!" Exclaims someone, a maid. My eyes awaken to my oversized room, glittering with the morning light.

"Well I better get up then!"

Reaping days are always my favourite. So I am in a good mood today, the maid must know this otherwise, I would have made her avox for barging into my room and screaming.

I get out of my king sized bed, alone as usual, and walk to the bathroom. I splash my face with water and then tap the device on my wrist 7 times. An avox arrives, and grabs the scissors, and gesturing 'this?' I nod and she trims my beard, and hair. She combs them too then I hastily tell her to leave. I put on a black suit with a plain white shirt underneath. When I'm done I walk out into my rose court yard and pick up my iron pruning shears. I have every colour. But, I stick to what I know and cut off a beautiful white rose, and put it into the pocket of my suit. Perfect.

The time comes for the reaping at 1 o'clock. Is it sick that I'm so excited for the games that I'm smiling? A real smile. Not often do I do that. Only at this time of the year though. Yes that's sick, but I love it and, if I do say so myself, no one can do anything about it, I am the president.

A few guards take me to the viewing room where a large screen is up. Live in district one.

Oh the competition is in the air already. "Let the games begin."