I am now standing in the town square. Again. Today is the day of the interviews. Before the games every year, they interview all the tributes. This is pretty important for them. This is the time they have to impress the people of Panem to sponsor them. Sponsors can mean the difference between life and death for Prim. She needs to make an impression. I just hope that Panem will open their hearts to her.

"Good afternoon, citizens of Panem! What we have in store of you today!" The host says. As he says this, his face lights up. The funny thing is, he's not in Capitol-style clothes. Just a dark blue suit that matches his midnight-blue eyes. His brown hair is combed back and shiny. "Let's see the scores first!"Then I remember about the scores. Each tribute is assessed on their skills that they could use to survive in the arena, whether it would be using weapons, or demonstrating other skills such as hiding or physical fitness. The gamemakers assess these sessions. Each tribute is marked on a scale of one to twelve. One being the worst, and twelve being the best there can be.

Suddenly, the girl from District one appears on the screen. Just below her picture, white numbers appear in big, bold letters. This girl got a ten. That is amazingly good. Really good. After around ten seconds, the screen switches to shots of her using a spear, handling a knife, and running. That's what she must have shown the gamemakers what she could do. They then move on to show all the other tributes scores. A range of scores from eight to ten pop up. They must have a fighter bunch this year. Even the little girl, whose Prim's age, from District eleven got an eight. But what worries me most...is the boy from District two. He got an eleven. And he looks brutal and I'm sure he'll fish up a lot of sponsors. Also the boy from District eleven. Prim needs to step it up if she wants to come home, especially because her opponents are so much bigger than her.

Then, out of nowhere, Prim's picture comes up. I must have tuned out. I froze my eyes completely on the screen. Her score then appears. It's a four. I know she must have tried her hardest, but she got the lowest score in the games by far. A four won't get you much sponsors, let alone fans. But I'm a fan in my own heart. I just want her to come home. Shots of what she showed the gamemakers come up next. The first is her demonstrating her healing techniques. Then she showed them show she could climb trees. Understandable. She learnt all the healing techniques from our mother, whom Prim helped heal wounded miners. And, that she used to love to climb the larger oak tree in the school yard when she was younger. But what chance does a little twelve year old girl have against al those tributes with those higher scores then her, and those who tower over her. By age and by height, and build. I know what to think of her chances now. I'm losing hope. I probably will lose my little sister.

"That's all the scores! Pretty high this year! Hard decisions you viewers have to make! Except for that four..but the little girl from District twelve...Primrose, her name is." I'm surprised her addressed her by her name. They don't usually do that. I'm not even sure that's a good or bad thing. He continues. "But she can work on that, can't she? Now...you know what it's time for!"

Yes. I do know what it's time for. The interviews.