Control || **Hannah McEwen Oneshot**

Everything is a blur. From the instant that I volunteered, there has been constant motion. As expected in my beautiful District, a male volunteer joined me on stage. It's a shame that he's going to die, isn't it? It is, after all, his fault. He saw me volunteer as tribute, and chose his own fate. Even so, my semi-idiot male counterpart took the stage like I did, he listened to the Horn of Plenty blast throughout our District's square on a surprisingly warm day, and he shook my hand as he should.

Maybe he only volunteered because he wants to sleep with me. I'm down.

Then the Peacekeepers escorted us into the justice building. From what I've gathered, the peacekeepers in other Districts are far more pushy when it comes to keeping tributes in, for lack of a better word, custody. Here they are quite calm. Our officers know that we have no intentions of fleeing, especially because we have stepped forth into these honorable roles. What they haven't come to terms with yet is that I'll be back in just a few short weeks.

And I'll be their new victor.

And they'll treasure me. They'll treasure my far more than Daddy ever did.

And he'll probably still have no interest in me. The winnings aren't even that much.

But the fame is. The thought of how bright that spotlight will sends a tingle down my spine. Everyone will bow down to me -- more so than they already do. Even though he won the quell, Julian won't be anything compared to me. And Cricket, don't even let me get started on her. That girl is a fucking freak. She's worse than my fucking awesome father. Why did she win? Oh yeah! Because she's a fucking freak.

Not me. I won't have to be weird to win. I won't need a bullshit stipulation to win. From beginning to end it will be the Reign of Hannah McEwen. Everyone in the whole damn country will be talking about me! And there will be so many parachutes floating down because the country will fall in love with me. It will be textbook, just like how the trainers said it would be.

To be honest, I couldn't care less if my father no shows. And by that I mean I really do care. He doesn't matter to me, not now, not anymore. All he ever did was give me minimal gifts. As long as he steps up his charity a little bit, I'll be fine. 

Having visitors would be nice though, wouldn't it?

I have friends. I have cousins. I have people who care about me. People who will definitely show up. The Birches, I bet they'll be visiting me soon. To wish me the good luck that I don't even need. My mother might show up. Well, she will show up, unless Daddy doesn't let her. He'll probably keep her at home, he never was one to mess with training.

He probably thinks I hate him.

I do. I really do. He never does anything for me. Daddy never ever gives me what I want at all. He's the worst of everyone. 

Guess what Dad?

I'll show you just how great I am.

I'll show everyone else too.