User blog comment:Cupcakes With Flames/The 86th Hunger Games/@comment-25090155-20140626234414/@comment-24692847-20140627102619

I'm at the airport right now since my flight got canceled yesterday and I'm leaving today so my POV will be brief, and I'm really sorry for it.

Marcella's POV

I stare at the Gamemakers, who talk as if I'm a ghost. Just because I'm from District Three doesn't mean I'm weak, and it doesn't automatically mean I'm smart. The Gamemakers usually give us scores of six or seven, since we're "mentally prepared", but not this year. I will do everything in my power to show them just how big of a threat I am. I may not looks like much, but I will do go.

"Marcella Brynlee of District Theee."

They finally look at me, and signal for me to start. I hear little snickers as I walk over to the katana station. Because I'm not a stereotypical District Three citizen, they expect me to do bad, but I've been training long enough. I grab one katana off of a rack with multiple types of swords, and start my session.

I zone out the Gamemakers and focus myself on everything that has happened. My fingers turn red after squeezing the hilt of the katana so hard as the thoughts of my siblings being killed comes into my mind. It was all their fault. They separated the peace between the Capitol and my victor of a father. It was all their fault. ..

I swing the katana, slicing off the head of it and start going through the heaps of the dummies, forming a large heap of dummies' limbs under my feet. I tackle one of the dummies and start to rip it apart, I bit off the head of the other out of sheer rage, and find myself kicking off the arms of another. I ignore the Gamemakers behind me as I set the dummies on fire.

But I'm not done yet. I grab onto a knife, one of the larger knives that is the size of my forearm. I pull one of the limbs of the dummies away from the fire before it ignites and use it to carve out a little message to the Gamemakers:

Marcella Brynlee, not the average tribute from Three

Without another word, I walk out of the private session. If I didn't impress the Gamemakers, then I don't know what would.