I looked hideous in that ridiculous white shirt with the ruffles stretching up my neck. I scratched and itched at it. No use. Finally, giving up, I picked up the wrinkled pictures of Katniss and stuffed them into the sleeve. I glanced at the burnt covers of the bed once more before knocking on the door.
Who I found was not my guard, but the man of my nightmares. President Snow gave me a wide grin, and held out his hand. It was a small piece of parchment, but easy enough to see that inside was my death lines. I quickly took the paper and looked at it. The words bounced in my head, pounding, pounding.
Finally, I took a long deep breath. I looked up to Snow's Grin, and headed out to the room where the fate of Panem awaited.