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The Interviews

Liar. Liar, liar, liar! I knew he was playing these Games! I hugged him! I let my guard down for one hour and he betrayed me. Stupid blue eyes. I hate those lying ocean blue eyes. I hate the lying innocent face they're on. And I hate the lying boy the face covers. How long has he had this planned? Did he do this because my training score was so high? Or has he really been planning on stabbing in the back since we got here? Traitor. No good traitor. I won't cry, I won't let this set me back. He won't get the satisfaction.

At least now I don't have to control my friendly feelings towards Peeta. Because now there is nothing left but anger. Any sort of feelings I thought I had for him, are dead. Just like Peeta will be in the Game if he dares to mess with me.

I didn't talk to him at breakfast the morning before the interviews. Not that any of us had much to say. The only thing we talked about together was the Games and we couldn't talk about that because anything that needed to be said would be told us privately during our training with our mentors. So we just ate and shared uncomfortable glances every now and again.

Haymitch wiped his mouth on his sleeve, "Now that we're all done eating, here's the mentor assignments. I'll work with Peeta for four hours while Katniss will work with Effie. Before we switch you'll grab some food. Then I'll take Katniss and Peeta will be with Effie."

"Where are we going to train?" I asked my mother standing up.

"I'll show you. Because of the private training, we'll need to separate with the doors. We'll see you two in four hours." My mother curtsied to them; how does she do that in the large wigs and complicated dresses she wears? I felt her foot nudge my ankle when I didn't curtsy with her.

"Do I have to?"

"Katniss!" I uncrossed my arms and curtsied to Haymitch. His response was a howl of laughter. Peeta was fighting back his own laughs too beneath his hand.

I grabbed the apple from the large fruit tray and was about to remind Haymitch why he took me seriously as a tribute when my mother yanked it out of my hand, "Temper, Katniss! You're a young lady and you must behave like one starting now!" She hooked her arm around mine to escort me out of the room, but not in time to keep me from seeing Haymitch waving at me with a mocking grin. I wedged out of my mother's grasp and the threw the apple at Haymitch. He knew this time to duck so I missed.

"Katniss!" My mother began talking quickly in a hushed voice. She was probably upset and telling me I'm going to embarrass her if I keep acting like this. I wasn't really listening, I was too busy regretting not trying to hit Peeta with the apple and ignoring Haymitch's chuckles.

"I'm sorry mother. I will try harder to please you," I said once we were in the room.

"Katniss I've been your mother for sixteen years, and though it's taken me long, I've learned the difference between your real tone and your sarcastic one. Now please, sit down. I would like to talk to you first." I sat down in the chair across from hers and she cleared her throat, "Like a lady. Good. Haymitch has given me the task of keeping your manners in check. Once we are done with that, we'll just talk about tomorrow I suppose."

"You think we'll done early?"

She gave a quick laugh, "Katniss I've been teaching you manners your whole life. You may not be perfect yet but you're not hopeless. Together we will show everyone the charming and attractive Katniss I have raised."

As much as I wanted sit back in my chair and cross my arms again, there was no arguing with her, "Do I have to wear heels?"

"No," she sighed, "I've given up on those shoes with your feet. You lack the grace to wear them and if you still can't walk in heels after all these years of trying, then there is no hope in teaching you within four hours." I have never been so happy to be insulted in all my life.

Four hours is a lot longer than you think. My mother made sure to critique every small thing that I did from my serious but relaxed posture to my innocent but poised smile. I never had flawless manners, but since the only place I ever used them were parties and school, I'm able to cheat and get away with 'adequate performances' as my mother calls them. Now it was different. Mom says that the Capitol citizens will pay special attention to my manners because I'm still representing them even if my shirt says Twelve. I can't make them look like fools.

As my mother predicted, we got done slightly early and I wondered why she hadn't brought up anything about finding me faithful sponsors, "How has it gone with recruiting sponsors?"

She hesitated, "Everyone will be keeping a very keen eye on you the next few days."

"You haven't been able to get me any committed sponsors yet?"

"Talk to me like a lady," She demanded through clenched teeth.

"Why don't they want to sponsor me yet mom?" I breathed.

She focused on her hands, trying to find an easy way to tell me, "Katniss, many of the sponsors I ask know you. They're not too confident in you yet. They want to be sure that their money is going to a tribute they...actually want to stay live." My chest felt like it was compressing and I couldn't breathe. My mother must have been able to tell I was about to panic because she started to reassure me, "Don't worry! Don't worry, dear. This will give you more reason to be on your best behavior tomorrow!"

"What if I make another mistake though? What if Caesar asks me something and I don't like and I lose my temper? Sponsors could keep me alive at least longer. If I ruin my interview, I might as well send my head to Snow to save everyone the trouble."

"Katniss, stop it. At least lower your voice if you must say things like that."

"You know what? Lunch sounds really good right now. I'm going to go eat." I left without being excused, although my mother didn't try to stop me. She stayed in her chair and didn't move. I almost turned around to apologize and stay with her but talking about tomorrow with my mother would only leave me in a bad mood and she didn't deserve to deal with that.

I was about to get my third helping of lamb stew when Peeta and Haymitch walked into the dining room to join me. They were late and they were laughing.

"Where's Effie?" Haymitch asked finally noticing I was in the room.

"In our training room waiting for Peeta I guess."

"You better grab some food and eat in there then, boy. Can't keep her waiting." I could have sworn I saw Haymitch wink at Peeta before he went to find my mom. What is this all about?

I stared up at Haymitch for answers, "What? You know I can't talk about another tribute's private training session. Now let's get this over with." I followed him to our room and I tried to take a seat, but Haymitch stopped me, "Is that how you're going to walk into your interview? With your fists clenched and the death glare?"

"You didn't tell me we were practicing that!"

"I know. I just wanted to see how you'd react. You didn't learn much from your mother did you?"

"Her job was to teach me manners. Yours is to teach me how to respond to Caesar."

"See? It's that, sweetheart! I'll help you figure out how to answer your questions, but if you can't answer a single one at least pleasantly, than you won't stand a chance on that stage."

"Fine. Just ask me some questions then." He began asking me a series of questions that were mostly about my life in the Capitol. We tried making me answer them from sexily, happily, to arrogant. I apparently couldn't do any of them.

"Why can't I just answer them the way I want to?"

"Because no one in the Capitol wants to hear how much you hate living there."

"Then why can't I just give hostile answers? Other tributes have gotten sponsors by being hostile and hardly answering the questions!"

"Yes but those tributes aren't from the Capitol! Those tributes aren't known by anyone in the Capitol who can sponsor them. They already know you're a pain in the ass, show them something else!"

"What else? There is no else! I'm exactly what you said I am, Haymitch. Take it or leave it."

I got up, ready to walk out again when Haymitch yelled, "That's right, walk out. Run away instead of fight for your life. That'll keep you alive for a long time in the Arena."

"That's exactly what I'm doing. Because right now I'm not playing the game Haymitch. I'm trying to get away from someone who's insulted me enough for one day. But in two days when I am in that arena I will fight harder than any other tribute in there. Especially Peeta. I'll do so well it won't matter how bad my interview went because I'm going to better than all of them."

As I stormed out, I heard Haymitch mutter, "No doubt she's from the Capital, that's for sure." I have no idea what that's implying but knowing Haymitch he's probably buzzed from the alcohol he had this morning.

I rang in more food and stuffed my face until I felt sick. I was all alone. Usually I don't mind time to myself, it's the only way I can become completely comfortable. There's no comfort in solitude when your last day alive could be tomorrow. It's a dreadful feeling. And the only person I wanted to talk about my thoughts with was the Avox girl, but she wouldn't be able to respond to me. Besides, I didn't want to get her in trouble for spending too much time around me. So I decided to just take more sleeping medication and relax before the chaotic day I was sure to have tomorrow.

My prep team dragged me out of bed the next morning, shoved me in my shower, and pressed all the buttons for me too. They seemed frantic, but excited to help dress me in another outfit of Cinna's.

Venia gasped when she reached for my hands, "Katniss what did you do to your nails?"

Flavius answered for me, "Bit them almost to the nub. Stressed much?"

I nodded groggily and Octavia sighed, "Good thing we brought fake ones. Aren't you lucky to have us as your prep team?" I don't know about my luck, but she's certainly lucky I didn't smack any of them for waking me up.

Venia was putting my makeup on when she said, "What do you think of Peeta, Katniss?"

"He's alright I guess."

"Only alright? I adore him! He's so charming for a District Twelve boy!" Flavius proclaimed.

"Not only charming, but I'd love to see more attractive boys like him around the Capitol! I'd wrap my arms around him in a heartbeat!" Octavia giggled. Back off Octavia I snapped to her in my mind. I can't let her get attached to the boy I'm going to kill. That's the only reason I thought that, because Peeta is the enemy and she couldn't get too close.

"Cinna should be in here in a moment to do your hair and dress you so we must be on our way. Good luck girl on fire," Flavius said kissing my cheek and patting my head. He treats me so much like an animal sometimes, I think it's supposed to be affectionate. Once Octavia and Venia did their goodbyes they waved and left with Flavius.

If the fake nails weren't glued so tightly to my hands, I know I would have tried to bite my nails more. My interview is in an hour. I can fake all the confidence to Haymitch and my mother but I know on the inside I have no chance. I can't pretend that any of this doesn't upset me. I can't pretend that it's an honor to be in the Hunger Games when I know it will likely kill me. I don't know who I am exactly, but I'm certainly not an actor. I can't be someone I'm not.

Cinna walked in with a covered bag and a tight hug for me, "How are you holding up?"

"I'm not, I'm a mess. Can't you tell?"

He hummed and rubbed his chin, "My prep team must have done very well because I couldn't tell until you told me."

"That's exactly my problem," he raised his eyebrows silently telling me to continue, "I look like an average Capitol girl until I answer a question about the Capitol."

Cinna started to brush his fingers in my hair to work on the braid, "Is it nerves? I can't imagine you'd have one bad thing to say about the Capitol. Especially because I know how much you love the Games."

He was covering for me. Were there really cameras in our room? The thought made my spine crawl, "How can I answer Caesar's questions without making a fool of myself?"

"Think of a friend perhaps?"

"I can't, if I did I'd be too honest."

He finished my hair and grabbed the dress bag, "Close your eyes. What if you thought instead, that you're talking to Snow?"

"Snow?"

"Yes, think of it. You can be charming and polite if you think of him, right?" he pulled a soft fabric up to my shoulders.

I thought about it, imagining Snow as my interviewer and knowing at any moment he could kill everybody I love, "I think that might work, Cinna."

"Good. Now open your eyes." I looked in the full length mirror and saw a beautiful girl who was engulfed in jeweled flames. I'm beautiful and threatening all at once. Eat your heart out District One girl, I'm going to take then attention yet again.

"Cinna, it's perfect."

"I know, the audience will love you even more than they do already. Remember that Katniss, no one in the audience will want you to fail, they want to see a different side of you. Let's leave now, Peeta and Portia should be waiting for us at the elevator."

We went down the elevator with Peeta and Portia to the floor where the interviews take place. I couldn't ignore how well Portia had dressed Peeta. He wore a black blazer accented with flames on the cuffs and collar. His hair was slicked back so you could see his face a little better. As much as I may not want to admit it, he looked perfect too.

Before I went on stage with the rest of the tributes, Cinna lightly took my wrist, "You're talking to Snow on that stage. Don't let him know the real you. You can do it Katniss." I hugged him quickly and followed behind Thresh to the stage.

The tribute lineup for the interviews is by district and girl tribute before the boy tribute. While we each wait for our turn to be interviewed, we sit in the background until we're called up to be interviewed. I hate this lineup. I want to do my interview and be done; instead I need to watch everyone else go first and ace their interview.

They were all different with their personalities: the District One girl was sexy and flirty, Cato was confident and intimidating, Rue was soft and sweet, and her partner barley said five words! I spent more than two hours of my life learning how to be perfect in every possible way but he gets to sit there like a giant rock?

My mind was so busy complaining about the District Eleven boy's interview, I barely remembered I was next. Caesar had to call me down to the center of the stage twice.

He held out his hand for me, "Welcome Katniss, please sit," I sat and he began his questions, "So you have been quite the talk of the Capitol this week, how do you feel?"

He's not Caesar, he's Snow. Answer to Snow, "I feel exquisite, thank you. It's such an honor to be here with you and my fellow tributes."

"Of course! And it's so great to interview a very special girl such as yourself! First I must say, your eleven from your training score is very impressive! How in the name Panem did you do earn such a score?"

"Caesar you know I can't speak of that! Are you trying to get me into trouble?"

"Katniss come on you can tell us! We can be a secret!"

"I wish I could, I'd love to tell everyone how I got the Gamemaker's attention. Rules are rules though. All I will tell you is that I'm sure it was a first for all the Gamemakers." Some of the Gamemakers in the audience nodded their heads and laughed. Did they think my shot at their punch bowl was a joke?

"You're killing us with your secret! It's a shame we don't have time to get it out of you. Now tell us Katniss, what is your favorite thing about living in the Capitol?"

Favorite thing? My favorite thing was always not having to worry about being reaped in the Hunger Games; that wouldn't exactly work right now. I said the first thing that came to my mouth, "The food! I doubt any of the districts could top our lamb stew. Have you had it Caesar?"

He laughed, "It's my job to ask the questions Ms. Trinket! But you've found my weakness, I eat gallons of it when it's served. Oh my! It doesn't show does it?"

The entire audience was laughing too now, "On you? No, you look fabulous!"

"Thank you. Speaking of fabulous, you made my heart stop during the Opening Ceremony when you rode in with those flames around you!"

"I know! My personal designer Cinna outdid himself! Do you like the dress he's made for me tonight?" I saw Cinna in the audience, he smiled and twirled his finger around in a circle so I stood up and twirled for him.

"Ohh I love it! Do it again would you?" I spun in circles as the audience cheered loudly in my ears. I spun until I started to feel dizzy, "No, no! Don't stop you look too gorgeous!"

"If I keep spinning I might fall over!"

"Don't worry I've caught you! And what a nice catch, am I right everyone?" The audience clapped louder than before. How does Caesar do this? I feel like they actually love me. Am I really pulling this off?

"You're all far too kind. Thank you." I blew them a kiss and they all went crazy.

"Alright, before your time is up, everyone is dying to know why you volunteered for the little girl back in District Twelve, tell us?"

I froze for only a second but it felt like an eternity, Snow, lie to protect Primrose from Snow, "I saw the opportunity I've only dreamed of possessing, I couldn't let the little thing take it away from me could I?" Forgive me Primrose, I don't mean a word of this.

"I like your spunk Katniss!" he and the audience chuckled, "I've heard from a source that she came to talk to you before you left District Twelve. What did she say?"

"Your source is correct. She told me to try to win for her."

"And what did you say to her?"

"I promised I would." I tried to make my voice sound grave to cover the dryness swelling up in my throat.

"Best of luck then to you, Katniss Trinket. I'll personally be keeping a sharp eye out for you." We kissed cheeks and I waved goodbye to the audience all the way off stage to my empty seat.

As soon as I was about to sit down with my mother and Haymitch, my mother ran over and hugged me.

"You were such a beautiful young lady! They loved you! You did it Katniss!"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah you did a miracle. Now sit down and be quiet. We can't forget about our other tribute." I gave him a dirty look but looked up at Peeta smiling on stage.

"Peeta I'm sure it's safe to say we all want to know, what do you do in District Twelve?"

"I work for my dad at our bakery. Mostly with the bread, I've become an expert on the subject."

"Really? How so?"

The audience seemed intrigued, "Well you see Caesar, not only can I bake the bread but I can tell you what type of bread I think the Capitol best represents."

"Ohh! Do tell!"

"A pancake."

The audience and Caesar laughed, "Pancakes are a type of bread?"

"Yes they are. And like the Capitol, they're great for any time of day, and they're perfectly thin." Peeta winked to the camera causing all the girls in the room to giggle. Annoying, stupid, Capitol bi-

"Aren't you a charmer? Isn't he a charmer everyone?" people shouted "yes!" in the audience, "So now that you've seen the Capitol, what do you think?"

"I hate it," the room was dead quiet besides a few gasps, "I'm kidding! Although I'm not too fond of your showers. I haven't been able to work one correctly at all this week. Tell me Caesar, do I smell like roses?"

Caesar and the audience laughed again, "I don't know. Do I smell like roses?" They both stood up and smelled each other's shoulders. The audience loved him. Great, my own fellow citizens love him more than me. How can he do this so well with people? How can he pretend he likes everyone? Unless he's not pretending. Maybe Peeta really does like everyone, maybe even me.

"Peeta I'm curious, what do you think of Katniss? Being from the Capitol, she must be very different from you. I heard you guys were friendly in the Training Center though." Oh no. He's going to say he hates me. He's going to say I'm a horrible person and make all the potential sponsors I may have earned dump me because no one likes me and I have as much personality as a dead slug. Or what if he says we were friendly in the Training Center? We'll have to be a team then! And if we don't become a team I could lose my sponsors for not sticking around him!

"Katniss? Oh no, we're not friends or close, or anything. I'd like to be though," The audience was silent, "When we trained I tried hard to talk to her but since she's from the Capitol she's far too amazing to tolerate a District Twelve boy like me, but I respect her for that." The audience awed and clapped louder than they ever had before.

What kind of lies was he saying now? We're not friends or close or anything? Since she's from the Capitol she's far too amazing to tolerate a District Twelve boy like me? I talked and listened to him for almost the entire time we trained together! I told him I'm no better than him or anyone else! How could he do this? He's completely lied about everything between us! Just when I start to warm up to this pest he reminds me exactly what he and everyone else in the Capitol are: fake.

"Well Katniss is certainly a great girl. I don't blame you for trying to befriend her. Unfortunately we've run out of time to hear more from you. It was a pleasure to meet you Mr. Mellark."

Peeta received an enormous amount of applause as he walked off stage to his seat near me. I didn't look at him or speak to him. After the played then Anthem I ran to an elevator to avoid being on the same one as Peeta.

When I stepped out of the elevator, Peeta came out of another one not long after me. Seeing him made something inside of me snap. I marched over to him and I didn't mean to do it as hard as I did because when I accidently pushed him into a glass vase with flowers. He fell back on the shattered glass that were scattered all over the floor.

"What did you do that for?" He asked half bewildered and half hurt. Haymitch, my mother, Cinna, and Portia came out of their elevators and instantly ran over to my mess.

I ignored their cries, "What kind of stunt was that? You made me sound like a fake snobby Capital girl! You know that's not who I am! You've got some nerve to sabotage me like this!"

Haymitch grabbed my arms and twisted them behind my back. I tried kicking out of his hold to snap at Peeta again but Haymitch was too furious, "Stop it right now before I break your arms! He did you a favor, sweetheart!"

I stopped kicking but still kept my firm gaze on Peeta, "What do you mean?"

He hissed in my ear, "Your interview was pleasant enough but it was also forgettable. You may have played nice for everyone but no one in the Capitol cares how cute you act. They want a good show. Peeta made them all think that you acted the way they would in the presence of someone below their class. He made you sound desirable. You even won the respect of the Careers."

My whole body relaxed and Cinna spoke in the silence, "He's right Katniss."

Guilt ran through my core and I turned to Peeta who was focusing on his red hands, "I'm...I'm sorry Peeta, about your hands. I can help you clean them."

He didn't look at me, "No thanks. I'm fine." Portia lead him out of the room with the Avox girl to clean him up.

"Do you think Peeta really convinced everyone that I'm a Capitol snob?" I wondered aloud. I had started to worry that Haymitch and Cinna were only trying to make me feel better.

"I don't doubt it at all. I'm sure you'll receive plenty of sponsors tomorrow, don't worry about it," Cinna reassured me with a small smile.

"Haymitch why didn't you just tell me that was you and Peeta's plan all along?"

"I told you, you can't act. If you knew you would have tried to act conceited and ruined everything from trying too hard." I rolled my eyes and curled into a ball, I wasn't going to go to bed or say goodbye to my mom and Haymitch until Peeta came back to show us his hands.

He came in with his hands bandaged up cleanly and neatly. Tomorrow he probably wouldn't have to think about them at all. He raised them up to Haymitch who nodded in approval. Peeta turned to Portia, thanked her and told her he'd see her tomorrow. We both would see our designers and prep teams before the Games so they can dress us in the secret survival outfits. However, Haymitch and my mother will leave tonight to go the sponsors floor where they will be on their own watching us and pooling sponsors for us.

I hugged Haymitch awkwardly first, "Any last advice?"

"Stay alive," he whispered sincerely.

Peeta hugged my mom then walked over to Haymitch while I felt my mother tightly wrap her arms around me, "Never give up in there, Katniss. Come home for me, I love you." Her voice was tight and high pitched as if she was choking up tears. But I have never seen my mother cry so I don't think she was going to start now.

"I will, mom. I love you too." As much as my mom differed personality and opinion wise, I knew I meant it when I told her that. She is my mom after all, I wouldn't be alive without her and I wouldn't be strong without her either.

When Peeta and I walked to our rooms I waved a little bit before I slid into the door but like the first night were in the Capitol, he stopped me.

"Want to enjoy the view one last time?"

I nodded and walked beside him to the roof. It was cold up there but the dazzling bright lights and the loud music helped take my mind off of it.

Peeta placed something on my shoulders, "I know you may not need it but last time you seemed freezing so I just want to be sure." I felt the fabric and realized he took off his interview jacket behind me and had placed it around me.

"Thank you. Peeta, I honestly meant it when I apologized before about your hands."

"I know. You're nervous about tomorrow right?"

"Of course I am."

"What makes you nervous about it?"

I thought about how to put my feelings into words carefully, "I'm nervous that I won't be able to keep my promise to Primrose and my mother. I don't want to leave them alone when I know they need me here to help them." We were both quiet and I couldn't control the question begging to escape from me, "Are you afraid of dying?"

He stared at the view for a minute or two before he looked at me in the eyes, "No, I don't mind dying if I die as myself. I'm afraid that the Games will change me into someone that I don't want to be." I threw that answer around in my head. It sounded real. Was this the real Peeta? Or just one that he puts on for me so I feel sorry for him and trust him?

"Your mom was crying yesterday."

His comment was random. It was really random, if it weren't about my mother crying I would have ignored it, but now I couldn't, "She was? When?"

"When I was about to walk in the room for her mentoring lesson, she was sitting down crying."

"My mother never cries..."

Peeta shrugged, "She was definitely crying yesterday. I think she's really worried about you."

I sat down and curled my knees up for my chest and Peeta joined me. He put his hand on my shoulder, waiting for me to respond, "I guess she cares more than I thought she does."

"It makes sense, she's never had to worry about anyone she knows going into the Games. And I'm sure she'd never thought her own daughter would be in them."

"Right. It's just weird to hear her act so normal. I'm used to her staying upbeat and composed all the time."

"I suppose every Capitol person has their moments. We're not all so different." I didn't point out that in his interview he made us sound completely different on all levels. I didn't want to ruin the nice moment we were having. Even if it wasn't real, it was calm and helped take some of the tension off my mind.

Peeta wrapped his arm around my shoulder and rubbed it like he was trying to warm me up more, "Stop, please." He stopped but looked confused, "You don't need to be a friend to me or pretend you care. It's easier for the both of us if you just be yourself."

Peeta's face was unreadable, I couldn't tell if he was confirming what I said or if he was in pain, "Ok Katniss." He says that often when I tell him what we should do. What's the matter with him? I'm doing us a favor and he's acting strange.

"I think I'll go to bed now. Are you going to stay here?" Peeta asked me.

"No, I'll join you." We both went down to our rooms together and awkwardly said our goodnights/goodbyes.

I wasn't allowed to have any drugs to help me sleep because of the Games being the next morning. They don't want there to any sort of advantage for any of the tributes. Tonight was the night I was going to need them the most. I don't see what the drugs will do to make me perform better but I can't complain; at least they'll feed me tomorrow.

Before I fell slowly to sleep there was one thought that was nagging me and I couldn't answer it no matter how hard I tried.

What am I going to do tomorrow?