Ceaser Flickerman smiled and waved to the crowd. He took a deep bow. And smoothly sat in his armchair with one leg propped on the other. Then it was my turn to rise onto the the stage. I held my breathe while the platform started moving. Bright lights flooded my vision. The vivacious crowds cheering made its way to my ears.

I was the star of the show tonight. I had won. I had conquered all twenty three tributes. It was a hard battle won. They fought almost as hard as me. But everyone knew I was going to win when I scored a perfect eleven. Plus I had a hunky Peeta Mellark in my pocket.

And so with my ego actively rising I made my way to the couch beside him. He took a moment to look at me. Really study me. And with a gulp he looked back at the crowd.

“LADIES AND GENTLEMEN: OUR 74TH ANNUAL HUNGERS GAMES VICTOR! SNEEZLETON MCFLURGIE!”

I made a victorious hand pump motion.

The crowd went absolutely hog wild. Ceaser smiled but then made a cutting off motion. The crowd shut up. He turned back to me.

“So Sneezleton, how does it feel?”

“Radical my dude”

He shook his head at me playfully and looked at crowd and pointed a thumb back at me almost saying ‘classic McFlurgie’.

“So tell me what was it like in the arena? For those who live under a rock it was a giant Darry Queen!”

“It was a bit frosty if I do say so my self. But when you gotta pull through you find ways to manage.”

“So brave. Isn’t Sneezleton so brave?”

The crowed shouted various versions of yes and absolutely. Panem and the Capitol adore me.

“You know it’s tragic what happen to Peeta. I mean falling into a giant tub of ice cream has got to be rough.”

“I’ll miss him for sure. I’ll always think of him when I’m hittin’ up a DQ.”

“I am sure we all will.” Ceaser said while giving me a melancholy smile. Peeta was a good man. A hot one too.

“But I want to hear about you Sneezelton McFlurgie! How did you do it! No one has ever seen a signature weapon quite like yours.”

I nodded my head. Sure, it wasn’t a common weapon. But my father made a Ceramic Carrot for me when I was just a wee one. But that was too personal for the stage. I’ll keep that memory to myself. Especially when he recently had a tragic passing due to a lemon only diet. The acid was too strong for him. It’s too soon. My wounds haven’t healed quite yet.

“Yes. I am a master in the ways of Ceramic Carrots.”

“How did you learn to wield such a diverse weapon?”

Sweat was starting to form on my brow. I had to cook up a lie and stat! Shoot what am I going to do?

“Ummm…Self Taught!” I squeek out.

“Such a incredible specimen!” Mr. Flickermen announced to the world of Panem. Whoosh my bottom was almost cooked. President Yellow Snow would’ve had my toes. Thank goodness for my swiftness.

“Well folks time to waltz on out of here!” Ceaser rumbled.

I am free from the horrors. Gale here I come!