At the Capitol Academy, once again, you sat in a class. It was history, a subject you found quite boring. But today was different. You weren't writing down neverending pages of notes and essays, something else was happening.

The teacher said, that you would be starting a new assignment. You had to start a new group project, making something about the history and past of Panem and how it became how it is today. You would be sorted into groups by your teacher.

Ten minutes later, you sat at a table with four other girls, and you recognized all of them as, Clemensia Dovecote, Arachne Crane, Livia Cardew, and Lysistrata Vickers.

You thought that would be it, but at the last minute, the teacher assigned Coriolanus Snow to your group. You watched him as he walked briskly to your table from the other side of the room. When he arrived, he didn't even bother sitting down.

He clicked open his bookbag hastily, and hurriedly fiddled through it, presumably looking for a history textbook. His curly blond locks flopped over his blue eyes, as he muttered in an agitated voice, which sounded like he was talking to himself rather than to anyone in particular.

"I now have to work with just a bunch of girls. Oh well, at least Sejanus isn't here, he'd just make everyone fail this task..."

He swiftly pulled a thick history textbook from his bookbag, and slammed it down loudly on the table, glaring at all of his teammates.

"This project must be done with utmost effort, and it must receive an A+. I need a perfect score for this subject. I will not tolerate any errors. Is that understood, ladies?"

After a second's pause, he swallowed, and he continued speaking haughtily.

"I shall be the project manager, I will take the control and be the group leader, making all of the decisions. Any objections to this can be said now, but I highly doubt that my role as group leader would be changed."

He stared down, towering over everyone, observing their faces as he waited for the expected cavil to arise.