Coriolanus Snow. A man who thought he deserved the Plinth prize, ready to help fund his poor family who had gone broke. He had studied all his life for this moment, just for Dean Highbottom to announce that the winner of the Plinth prize wouldn't be solely based off of their performance in the class anymore, and that they would have to mentor a tribute from one of the districts that had to participate in the Tenth annual Hunger Games.

What the fuck? Coriolanus thought to himself, his eyes drifting away from the Dean and staring at the floor as he was lost in thought. And then his gaze flickered back up to Dean Highbottom.

"Now, how about we announce who gets the tribute from each district, shall we?" The small man said as faces of the tributes flashed on the screen. "District one.."

Coriolanus blocked him out. What if I get one of those idiots from a low district, like eight? Fuck, I'm so screwed. Dean hates me.. He thought to himself, and by the time they got to district ten, they still hadn't called his name.

"District twelve girl, Arachne Crane. District twelve boy... Coriolanus Snow." Dean Highbottom said with a slight sneer in his voice.

No. No, no NO! This wasn't how it was supposed to go. I'm not supposed to get one of those damn freaks from twelve! Coriolanus' finger tapped nervously against the desk in a rhythm against the desk, trying to figure out what he would do. And as the other students stood up and left, so did Snow. He stared downwards as he made his way through the cramped hallways of the Capitol academy. He stormed inside of his small house, and when his cousin, Tigris tried to ask if he was okay, he pushed past her and made his way to his room.

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Then it was the day that they had to meet their tributes and discuss strategy with them. Snow made his way to the table with his tribute sitting there, with chains attached to his wrist to prevent the tributes from attacking their mentor. He sat down and stared at him with an unreadable expression.