User blog:GrayNinja73/27th Annual Hunger Games

Hi! It’s me, Selene Gray. This is my first time making a Hunger Games on this wikia, but I’ve done them before by myself.

I hope you like these Games; please don’t get upset if your tribute dies, there can only be one winner unfortunately.

Sooooo I hope you enjoy! :)

Tributes
You can submit up to 2 tributes.

Stylists
Also, if anyone wants to make a stylist, they are welcome to.

Sponsors (You cannot sponsor your own tribute.)
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Reapings
DISTRICT 1

{C}Jillian Hall’s POV

The District 1 square was beginning to crowd with people. I settled into my spot with the rest of the 18-year-olds when the mayor introduced our escort, Ariella Vax. Ariella stepped up to the podium. She tapped on the microphone and then spoke. “Welcome everyone! Welcome! It’s time to choose the names for this year’s Hunger Games!”

I smiled to myself. I was ready; nothing could stand in my way. “Ladies first!” she beamed. She strolled over to the girls’ bowl. My hands shook with anticipation, watching her every move. Ariella swirled her hand around in the bowl and carefully plucked a name from the ballot. She opened the paper slowly and dramatically.

“Eve-”

“I volunteer!” I shouted without hesitation. I didn’t even catch the name, but I didn’t care. All eyes turned on me.

All that I could think of was, Yeah that’s right, I’m pretty AND tough.

“Well,” Ariella said. “We have our first volunteer!” I smiled proudly and ambled up onto stage. “What’s your name, sweetie?”

“I’m Jillian Hall,” I replied sweetly.

She smiled, “Well good luck Jillian, and may the odds be ever in your favor.”

I smiled. Ariella then went to the boys’ glass ball. “Cyle Graton!” she read. A boy with red hair and bright blue eyes emerged from the crowd.

“Come on!” Ariella said. “On stage!”

Cyle walked up. He stood next to me and smiled.

“Let’s hear it for our two tributes, Jillian Hall and Cyle Graton!” our escort squeaked.

I turned and shook Cyle’s hand, thinking about what I would have to go through in these Games. They might change me forever.

Oh well, as long as I’m still pretty.

DISTRICT 2

{C}Aaron Harthorn POV

“I volunteer!” I shouted. The crowd was quiet. “Well then,” Jennette Ross, our escort, said. “Let’s welcome our first volunteer…”

“Aaron Harthorn,” I said.

“Aaron Harthorn!” Jennette smiled. The crowd cheered. I limped forward, my bad leg held me back. I trudged up the stage.

I stood next to the podium and crossed my arms, trying to look tough as Jennette moved to the girls’ bowl. She pulled out a slip and opened it.

“Annabell-”

“I volunteer!” a voice shouted. I looked around to see where the voice came from, but I failed to do so. Someone pushed through the audience and came into the open.

“I volunteer,” they repeated. My heart dropped. It was none other than Eva Stone, the only girl in District 2 that refused to fall in love with me. She was bad to the bone and pure strength. I hated her for not wanting me.

“What’s your name?” Jennette asked.

“Eva Stone,” she replied bravely, putting her hands on her hips, showing how tough she really was.

“Well,” our escort said. “We have two volunteers this year! Give it up for our two tributes, Eva Stone and Aaron Harthorn!”

Eva and I were forced to shake hands. I turned and grabbed her hand, looking her straight in the eyes. She frowned, gave me an ‘I hate you’ face and pulled away. She thinks she’s so cool. We’ll see about that.

{C}DISTRICT 3

Caculum Infinity’s POV

My body shook as our escort walked toward the girls’ bowl. Unless there was going to be a huge spool of wires in the arena, I was toast.

“Kara Anderson!” Geon Higgins, the District 3 escort, called. Out from the crowd came a pretty girl with dark hair and piercing blue eyes. She sauntered up the stage and stopped next to me. She smiled, shook my hand and turned to the crowd.

“Let’s hear a round of applause for our tributes for the 27th Annual Hunger Games, Kara Anderson and Calculum Infinity!”

The crowd cheered and we were forced into the train. My heart was still pounding. I kept reminding myself that I had other strength, but it was just not enough. Machinery was my main source of weaponry.

''Please let there be wires, or at least an axe. Please… Please… Please…''

DISTRICT 4

{C}Alanis Press’s POV

The District 4 square was glowing with excitement. The scent of salt wafted from the seaside not too far away, making the square as happy and cheery as ever.

I slowly squeezed into my age group area and kept my eyes on the stage. My hands were shaking a bit, my heart was pounding. Soon our District 4 escort came up to the microphone. She tapped it to make sure it was on, and then spoke.

“Hello everyone! And welcome to the 27th Hunger Games!” she smiled. “Now, there is no time to waste, ladies first!”

Our escort slowly made her way to the girls’ bowl and picked out a slip.

“Alanis Press!” she screamed.

Everything in my world stopped. I froze in time. I wasn’t sure whether it was from excitement or anxiety, but I pushed through the crowd and stood in front of the stage so they knew I was there.

“Come on honey!” the escort said. “Up on stage!”

I nodded and walked up. “Let’s hear a big round of applause for our female tribute, Alanis Press!” The audience cheered for me. I snapped out of my dream world and came back into reality.

I took deep breaths. You’re ok. I told myself. But I wasn’t.

I was going into the Hunger Games.

Our escort then moves to the boys’ bowl. She dipped her hand into the large glass ball and pulled out a slip. “Jason Pierce-” she began.

“I volunteer!” a voice instantly shouted. Someone emerged from the crowd. It was a boy with dark brown hair and piercing, dark blue eyes. His face showed no emotion as he stepped up onto stage.

“What is your name?” the escort asked

The boy smiled bravely, “I’m Samson Potts.”

He came up on stage and stood next to me. Our escort smiled. “Here are our two tributes! Alanis Press and Samson Potts!”

The crowd greeted us with cheers as we were forced into the train.

We.are.ready.

DISTRICT 5

{C}Jason Green’s POV

“Jason Green!” the escort called.

“Me?” I whispered. Our escort located me in the crowd and waved for me to come up.

“Don’t be shy, dear!” the escort said. “I don’t bite!”

“Yeah,” I murmured, “but you are trying to kill me.” I pushed through the crowd; I didn’t realize how quiet it was until now.

I scrambled up the stage and stood there, proud and tall. I smiled, almost as if I were enjoying it. But of course I wasn’t, I just practically got a death sentence. No one really cared though, they cheered of course, but it wasn’t because they believed in me and they knew I could do it, it was because they were just happy it wasn’t their children. But there was nothing I could do.

Suddenly there was someone beside me. “Let’s hear it for our two tributes, Aurora Wilde and Jason Green!” our escort yelled over the crowd’s cheers.

Aurora Wilde, I’ve seen her in town before. She lived with her father in the poorer part of the district. Her mother and brother died when she was younger. Poor Aurora.

But I have to say, for a poor person, she cleans up nicely. I hope I don’t have to be the one to kill her.

DISTRICT 6

Lynnette Handsows's POV

Molly Hudson, our District 6 escort, opened up one of the slips. "Lynnette Handsows!" Molly called.

I stopped. My knees began to feel like jelly. Don't get me wrong, I was totally ready, but the rapidness of it shocked me.

I stepped out of the crowd and hopped up on stage. "Welcome Lynnette!" Molly smiled, "now to choose our boy tribute!"

"Don't bother!" a voice shouted. "I volunteer!" The crowd split open and in the middle was a boy about 17. He had bright green eyes and silky brown hair.

He ran down through the middle of the crowd and climbed up to the stage.

"Hello, what is your name?" Molly asked with a cheery face.

"Rift Warfield," he answered bravely.

Molly turned to the audience of District 6 citizens. "Here are your tributes, Lynnette and Rift!"

I looked out into the crowd and saw my parents' wave to me. I waved back.

That was the last thing I saw before I was shoved into the train.

DISTRICT 7

Kaitie Nelson’s POV

<p style="text-align:justify">I slipped into my age group area just as our mayor sat down. “Welcome District 7!” our escort cheered. “It is now time to choose the tributes for this year’s Hunger Games!”

<p style="text-align:justify">My hands shook as the escort moved toward the bowl. Some of those names were mine. I had to get chosen. Our escort plunged her hand into the bowl and seized one of the slips. “Caitlin-”

<p style="text-align:justify">“I volunteer!” I shouted; a little too overly excited.

<p style="text-align:justify">“We have a volunteer!” the escort beamed. “Come up!”

<p style="text-align:justify">I pushed through the crowd and took my place on stage. “My name is Kaitie Nelson,” I told her.

<p style="text-align:justify">The escort smiled. “Welcome Kaitie!” She took a little bow and then sauntered to the boys’ bowl. She grabbed one of the slips and read it aloud. “Lumex Jaxon!” she called.

<p style="text-align:justify">I froze in position. My heart skipped a beat. I was about to beg the escort to choose another one, but he was already strolling up the stairs to the stage.

<p style="text-align:justify">He came up and stood next to me. There he stood; my ex-boyfriend. I couldn’t believe this. For the next two weeks, I would be forced to spend time with him, live with him and even survive with him.

<p style="text-align:justify">Maybe volunteering wasn’t the best idea.

<p style="text-align:justify">DISTRICT 8

<p style="text-align:justify">John Wing’s POV

<p style="text-align:justify">“John Wing!” my name was called. I clenched my fists, not sure whether it was from anger or excitement or nervousness or whatever. But I made my way up to the stage anyway.

<p style="text-align:justify">“Hello John!” Adriana Claud, our escort, said. The she chose the girls’ name.

<p style="text-align:justify">“Briana Tryler!”

<p style="text-align:justify">A girl with dark hair and dark blue eyes pushed through the crowd. Her face paled as she looked up at the stage.

<p style="text-align:justify">Our escort motioned for her to come up. Brianna came and stood next to me. We shook hands, hers was shaking in mine, and we waved to the crowd.

<p style="text-align:justify">“Happy Hunger Games!” the escort called.

<p style="text-align:justify">Yup, Happy Hunger Games. I’m ready to die.

<p style="text-align:justify">DISTRICT 9

<p style="text-align:justify"> <span style="color: rgb(64, 64, 64); mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-themecolor: text1; mso-themetint: 191;">Ssithies Profane’s POV <span style="color: rgb(64, 64, 64); mso-themecolor: text1; mso-themetint: 191;"> 

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"> <span style="color: rgb(64, 64, 64); mso-themecolor: text1; mso-themetint: 191;">District 9 was crammed full of people. I slipped into the 17-year-old area and waited silently for the names to be called.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"> <span style="color: rgb(64, 64, 64); mso-themecolor: text1; mso-themetint: 191;">My mind was drifting in and out of reality. As the mayor made his speech, my mind drifted off to thoughts about the Games. Would I survive? Who would I make alliances with? Would I even make it past the bloodbath?

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"> <span style="color: rgb(64, 64, 64); mso-themecolor: text1; mso-themetint: 191;">When I came back into reality, the escort had already called the name. It was dead-quiet. Slowly, people began to look at me.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"> <span style="color: rgb(64, 64, 64); mso-themecolor: text1; mso-themetint: 191;">Suddenly an idea started to dawn on me. It was me.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"> <span style="color: rgb(64, 64, 64); mso-themecolor: text1; mso-themetint: 191;">I looked around slowly, and then began the death-march toward the stage.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"> <span style="color: rgb(64, 64, 64); mso-themecolor: text1; mso-themetint: 191;">“Welcome Ssithies!” our escort greeted me. He turned to the crowd. “Now for the female tribute!”

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"> <span style="color: rgb(64, 64, 64); mso-themecolor: text1; mso-themetint: 191;">He walked toward the bowl and stuck his hand in. “Merridy Catherine!”

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"> <span style="color: rgb(64, 64, 64); mso-themecolor: text1; mso-themetint: 191;">From the crowd came a girl who was about 15-years-old or something. She had a cute, sweet as a button face and a smile that lightened the spirits of everyone in the square.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"> <span style="color: rgb(64, 64, 64); mso-themecolor: text1; mso-themetint: 191;">She came up the stairs of the stage and smiled, hoping to make everyone else happy. But no one could be happy on this day. So she stopped smiling and stood there quietly.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"> <span style="color: rgb(64, 64, 64); mso-themecolor: text1; mso-themetint: 191;">The escort took the microphone and turned to the crowd. “Let’s hear it for Merridy Catherine and Ssithies Profane!”

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"> <span style="color: rgb(64, 64, 64); mso-themecolor: text1; mso-themetint: 191;">Merridy and I held hands and we waved to the crowd and we shuffled quietly into the train.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"> <span style="color: rgb(64, 64, 64); mso-themecolor: text1; mso-themetint: 191;">I would really miss this place.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"> <span style="color: rgb(64, 64, 64); mso-themecolor: text1; mso-themetint: 191;"><span style="color: rgb(64, 64, 64); mso-themecolor: text1; mso-themetint: 191;"><span style="color: rgb(64, 64, 64); font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-themecolor: text1; mso-themetint: 191;"><span style="color: rgb(64, 64, 64); mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-themecolor: text1; mso-themetint: 191;">DISTRICT 10

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 147.0pt;"> <span style="color: rgb(64, 64, 64); mso-themecolor: text1; mso-themetint: 191;"><span style="color: rgb(64, 64, 64); mso-themecolor: text1; mso-themetint: 191;"><span style="color: rgb(64, 64, 64); font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-themecolor: text1; mso-themetint: 191;"><span style="color: rgb(64, 64, 64); mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-themecolor: text1; mso-themetint: 191;">Imogene Thigpen’s POV    

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 147.0pt;"> <span style="color: rgb(64, 64, 64); mso-themecolor: text1; mso-themetint: 191;"><span style="color: rgb(64, 64, 64); mso-themecolor: text1; mso-themetint: 191;"><span style="color: rgb(64, 64, 64); font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-themecolor: text1; mso-themetint: 191;"><span style="color: rgb(64, 64, 64); mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-themecolor: text1; mso-themetint: 191;">I kept a steady heartbeat as the escort of District 10, Claudio Gomez, pulled a slip from the girls’ bowl. Our boy tribute, Christian Lorne was already on stage. He stood tall and proud, flexing his muscles to show how strong he was.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 147.0pt;"> <span style="color: rgb(64, 64, 64); mso-themecolor: text1; mso-themetint: 191;"><span style="color: rgb(64, 64, 64); mso-themecolor: text1; mso-themetint: 191;"><span style="color: rgb(64, 64, 64); font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-themecolor: text1; mso-themetint: 191;"><span style="color: rgb(64, 64, 64); mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-themecolor: text1; mso-themetint: 191;">“Imogene Thigpen!” my name was called.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 147.0pt;"> <span style="color: rgb(64, 64, 64); mso-themecolor: text1; mso-themetint: 191;"><span style="color: rgb(64, 64, 64); mso-themecolor: text1; mso-themetint: 191;"><span style="color: rgb(64, 64, 64); font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-themecolor: text1; mso-themetint: 191;"><span style="color: rgb(64, 64, 64); mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-themecolor: text1; mso-themetint: 191;">I was totally mellow, I was ready for this. I walked toward the stage and sashayed up the stairs onto the stage.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 147.0pt;"> <span style="color: rgb(64, 64, 64); mso-themecolor: text1; mso-themetint: 191;"><span style="color: rgb(64, 64, 64); mso-themecolor: text1; mso-themetint: 191;"><span style="color: rgb(64, 64, 64); font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-themecolor: text1; mso-themetint: 191;"><span style="color: rgb(64, 64, 64); mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-themecolor: text1; mso-themetint: 191;">“Hello Claudio,” I said in a steady, placid voice.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 147.0pt;"> <span style="color: rgb(64, 64, 64); mso-themecolor: text1; mso-themetint: 191;"><span style="color: rgb(64, 64, 64); mso-themecolor: text1; mso-themetint: 191;"><span style="color: rgb(64, 64, 64); font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-themecolor: text1; mso-themetint: 191;"><span style="color: rgb(64, 64, 64); mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-themecolor: text1; mso-themetint: 191;">“Hello Imogene, and may I say, you look lovely,” our escort said.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 147.0pt;"> <span style="color: rgb(64, 64, 64); mso-themecolor: text1; mso-themetint: 191;"><span style="color: rgb(64, 64, 64); mso-themecolor: text1; mso-themetint: 191;"><span style="color: rgb(64, 64, 64); font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-themecolor: text1; mso-themetint: 191;"><span style="color: rgb(64, 64, 64); mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-themecolor: text1; mso-themetint: 191;">I took a little bow. “Thank you.”

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 147.0pt;"> <span style="color: rgb(64, 64, 64); mso-themecolor: text1; mso-themetint: 191;"><span style="color: rgb(64, 64, 64); mso-themecolor: text1; mso-themetint: 191;"><span style="color: rgb(64, 64, 64); font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-themecolor: text1; mso-themetint: 191;"><span style="color: rgb(64, 64, 64); mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-themecolor: text1; mso-themetint: 191;">Christian and I shook hands and filed into our train. “Ready?” I asked.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 147.0pt;"> <span style="color: rgb(64, 64, 64); mso-themecolor: text1; mso-themetint: 191;"><span style="color: rgb(64, 64, 64); mso-themecolor: text1; mso-themetint: 191;"><span style="color: rgb(64, 64, 64); font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-themecolor: text1; mso-themetint: 191;"><span style="color: rgb(64, 64, 64); mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-themecolor: text1; mso-themetint: 191;">Christian gave me a rebellious grin, “Totally.”

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 147.0pt;">DISTRICT 11

<p style="tab-stops:147.0pt 239.25pt"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin; color:#404040;mso-themecolor:text1;mso-themetint:191">Lauren Hill’s POV 

<p style="tab-stops:147.0pt 239.25pt"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin;color:#404040;mso-themecolor:text1; mso-themetint:191">Our square was a small, little area crowded with tons of District 11 citizens. Our mayor was starting his speech just as I walked in. “Welcome everyone!” she gushed. “So nice to see you all!” Then she went on and on about how the Hunger Games was established and how this year was going to be the best of them all.

<p style="tab-stops:147.0pt 239.25pt"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin;color:#404040;mso-themecolor:text1; mso-themetint:191">“Now please welcome your escort Brutus Collins!” Our escort stood up lazily and took his place at the podium. He sighed, he hated us.

<p style="tab-stops:147.0pt 239.25pt"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin;color:#404040;mso-themecolor:text1; mso-themetint:191">“Welcome all,” he said in a bored voice. “This is the start of the 27th Hunger Games. Hurray, hurray and all that cheery stuff.” His tone was uninterested and bored.

<p style="tab-stops:147.0pt 239.25pt"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin;color:#404040;mso-themecolor:text1; mso-themetint:191">He silently walked toward the boys’ bowl and chose a name. “Lewis Rye!” he called. A boy from the crowd came up. He had shaggy, black hair and dark blue eyes. He stood on stage, his arms crossed, seeming as if he was already planning is survival plan.

<p style="tab-stops:147.0pt 239.25pt"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin;color:#404040;mso-themecolor:text1; mso-themetint:191">Now it was the girls’ turn. “Lauren Hill!” It was my name!

<p style="tab-stops:147.0pt 239.25pt"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin;color:#404040;mso-themecolor:text1; mso-themetint:191">My hands shook a bit, but I bravely took my place on stage.

<p style="tab-stops:147.0pt 239.25pt"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin;color:#404040;mso-themecolor:text1; mso-themetint:191">“Here are your tributes, Lauren and Lewis. Hurray, hurray,” Brutus announced, he seemed annoyed. He then scrambled of stage as fast as possible.

<p style="tab-stops:147.0pt 239.25pt"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin;color:#404040;mso-themecolor:text1; mso-themetint:191">Oh well, he would be no use in the Games anyway.

DISTRICT 12

<p style="tab-stops:147.0pt 239.25pt"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin; color:#404040;mso-themecolor:text1;mso-themetint:191">Jack Dawkin’s POV 

<p style="tab-stops:147.0pt 239.25pt"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin;color:#404040;mso-themecolor:text1; mso-themetint:191">“Olivia Bridge!” the escort yelled. There was a scream from the girls’ area.

<p style="tab-stops:147.0pt 239.25pt"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin;color:#404040;mso-themecolor:text1; mso-themetint:191">“No!” a voice said. I strained to see what was happening. There was a girl on her knees, her hands clasped together pleading. Her long, blonde hair was covering her face, but I could tell that there were tears streaming down it. “Please! Please don’t!” Her voice was pleading and helpless.

<p style="tab-stops:147.0pt 239.25pt"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin;color:#404040;mso-themecolor:text1; mso-themetint:191">Peacekeepers were forced to come forward and drag her onto the stage, where she collapsed and continued her breakdown.

<p style="tab-stops:147.0pt"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin;color:#404040;mso-themecolor:text1; mso-themetint:191">Our escort quickly chose the boy tribute to try to take the attention away from Olivia. “Jack Dawkin!”

<p style="tab-stops:147.0pt"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin;color:#404040;mso-themecolor:text1; mso-themetint:191">I stopped for a moment, but then puffed out my chest and walked onto stage. I stood there next to the crying Olivia. Wow, I couldn’t believe that I was younger than Olivia, but I was much more mature.

<p style="tab-stops:147.0pt"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin;color:#404040;mso-themecolor:text1; mso-themetint:191">Wow, I was more mature than a 16-year-old. Maybe I could win this thing.