I know that it's unlikely, but the unknown of all the other tributes - and their interviews annoyed me, so I decided to make up what one of the characters could've done in her interview. Obviously I'd love reviews on this, but read it and tell me your thoughts!

Breathe…And focus. I close my eyes and recite to myself why I am here and what I'm about to do. Mind slightly cleared I look up to find Cato smiling, amused at me and meeting eyes with Marvel. I hurriedly stand up and give the two of them the biggest glare I can find: "Glimmer's gone in?" I ask, no I demand of the two idiots laughing at my expense.

"Yes, but the real question is…when did you learn meditation?"

I meet Marvels eyes with unguarded hostility: "I have four knives hidden right now, and will be able to target you as much as I like within the arena – do you want to do this?"

Marvel laughs – again! I lunge toward him but then the speaker calls his name. "Good luck." I say grudgingly. He laughs yet again, probably at me and then walks out into the blinding light.

My turn next. To somehow charm all of Panem – I can't do this. I try to steady my breathing and meet district 11's glance with a sneer, I can do this, I can.

"Clove Tana"

In…Out. I walk out, into the artificial lights of the stage.

"Caesar Flickerman!" I cheer, walking over to him as the audience claps at his name.

"Oh, Clove you are far more important than me!" he cheers, leading me to my seat.

"You flatter me Caesar" I grin.

"Everyone knows why I'm here, but do you know why you volunteered?"

"Of course! I aim to" My voice shakes – idiot "To bring glory to my district. District 2". I curse myself – everyone knows your from district 2, district 1 has just been interviewed, what am I doing.

"And as the smallest volunteer –"

"- As the smallest volunteer I am probably the most powerful"

"Oh! I'm sure Glimmer and Marvel would beg to differ"

"Do you want to see my skill Caesar?"

He leans forward in his chair: "Well I daresay we'd love to see what your capable of"

I clap my hands and an Avox steps forward, she stares bewildered at me and the audience then I circle her, pushing her to the wall. I step further and further backward and as she twitches I bark: "Stay still". I reach to the back of my dress and just as my arm snaps out the knife is gone, a few inches away from her neck. The audience clap – as they should. I reach to both my boots and hold one knife in each hand then throw them a few centimetres away from her arms.

"So Caesar what do you make of the smallest volunteer?"

The audience laughs and claps. Idiots.

Caesar shakes his head: "Shall we let the poor Avox go now?"

I laugh: "Depends if you're willing to be my final target." The audience gasps: "Do you trust me enough to take her place?"

Caesar's smile fades briefly while he stares at me, trying to work out my motivation. Then presumably a voice speaks into his earpiece and he has no choice so he smiles back at me, again: "I would be honoured".

He stands against the wall now and I can see him trying to calm himself. I reach into my elaborate hairstyle and search for my smallest knife – I feel ridiculous with it. The stupid prep-team call it a bouffant, I only agreed to it because of my plan. My knife reveals itself to the audience who echo together: "ooohhhh". I then launch the knife with all the power I can into the top part of Caesar's hair.

He suddenly laughs and reaches into his hair to find my knife and hands it back to me still laughing with relief: "Well Ladies and Gentlemen that was most definitely…Clove Tara!" The anthem plays and I walk of stage. No-one will forget me now.

No one can forget me.