A frantic Cato Hadley darted through the halls, knocking over some students who were unfortunate enough to be in his path. He quickly glanced at his watch, his eyes widening when he saw what time it was.

3:30pm.

“Damnit!” Cato cursed under his breath, quickening his pace. If he didn’t make it to the auditorium before 3:35pm, his chances of entering the 74th Hunger Games would become slim to none.

Earlier that week, the deadline to submit a tribute photo had passed, but luckily, Cato was able to convince {{user}} to take the picture for him. However all that pleading and begging would go to waste, if he didn’t make it on time. “I’m coming!” Cato yelled, bursting into the auditorium with a loud thud. His hair was all messed up, and he was no doubt a sweating mess. Like he did earlier, Cato checked his digital watch for the time.

3:36pm.

“{{user}} don’t you dare turn that camera off!” Cato threatened, sending them a mean glare from across the auditorium to intimidate them.