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It is time for the interviews. I have been pacing the room for 20 minutes straight, unable to sit still. Cinna comes to accompany me there and give me a few last minute tips. I barely hear him as nervousness takes over and I have to cncentrate hard to calm down, taking deep breaths. In through the nose, out through the mouth, in through the nose, out through the mouth. . . . .

'Katniss? ' Cinna gives my shoulders a small shake and a hysterical giggle escapes my lips. Cinna shakes his head but gives a small smile. 'Did you listen to a word i just said? '

'I did listen, I just didn't understand. ' His words had become incoherent after the first sentence.

He sighs. 'Just be yourself, Katniss. Pretend you are talking to me, i'll be right there in the audience. '

And with that he leaves me to my doom. I do not think he realises how serious this is. I cannot do this! Even Cinna must know that. I try to calm myself with my plan to pretend i'm talking to Cinna but i am just too nervous.

Plus, Haymitch called me a dead slug, which does nothing for my confidence.

It's time to go out onto the stage and take our seats and i am like a deer caught in the headlights. Peeta, having appeared from nowhere, gives me a gentle push in the direction of the stage. I bet Peeta knows i'm going to fail. He's probably happy. He is so likeable, he is sure to do well in the interview and get loads of people lining up to sponsor him. It will make us even, because of my high training score.

The stage is so brightly lit that it momentarily blinds me and I have to stagger my way over to my seat. When I regain my sight, I almost wish I hadn't. There are millions of Capitol citizens staring at me, the immense crowd filling the enormous room, all cheering and screaming and shouting. I concentrate on my breathing again and look at the floor.

The other tributes interviews go past way too fast, though i only pay attention to a few. I pay close attention to Marvel. . . . . I can't help it. My eyes won't leave his stupid arrogant face! He is definatley going for the confident 'I know I can win' angle. I drag my eyes away from him and glare at the floor.

Cato from District 2 sounds brutal and ruthless. I make a mental note to steer clear of him in the arena. Same goes for his district partener, who seems to have an unhealthy obsession with knives, as she talks about her different styles of knife almost the whole of her interview. I also listen to Rue. She skips up to Caesar so gracefully it's almost as if she is flying. She makes the crowd go silent and even the careers are transfixed with awe. She doesn't give away much, like most of us from poorer Districts but she does let Caesar know that she is very hard to catch, 'so don't count me out. '

Thresh is strong but silent, with only one or two word answers and I admire him for that. Then thresh's interview is over and it's my turn. My head swims as I walk out onto the stage towards Caesar and I can't hear anything except for the roar of the crowd. I gladly take my seat next to him. I don't think i could have stayed standing even if I wanted to. I suddenly notice Caesar looking at me expectantly. I don't have a clue what he just said!

'Uh, what? ' I stammer and the audience erupts into laughter.

Caesar chuckles. 'I said that was quite an entrance you made at the Tributes Parade. Can you tell us about it? '

I try to focus on Caesar when I answer because the crowd is doing nothing for my nerves. I take cinna's advice and speak the truth. 'Well I was hoping I wouldn't burn to death. '

I vaguely register that this gets a laugh from the audience, but there is no time to be relieved as Caesar gets on with the questions again. He inquires about the flames and I smile and offer to show him them again. I spin until I am dizzy, flames flaring up from the hem of the dress, and sit down at Caesar's words of ''Steady, steady! ''. Out of the corner of my eye i see the careers muttering together. About my flames, mocking them no doubt. Marvel suddenly looks up at me but I turn away quickly. I can't let him make me lose my focus in the interview now. Caesar procedes to ask me one more question. It is about Prim. I feel a lump rise in my throat at the mention of her and I find it hard to get out the words out answer Caesar's question. He asked what I had said to her when we last said goodbye and the memory almost brings tears to my eyes.

'I told her I would win for her. '

Back in my quarters I fling myself down on the bed, exhausted with relief that the interview is finally over. I can't believe I actually got through it. I don't think Effie or Haymitch do either, as they both expected me to make a fool of myself or be too rude or something along those lines. ''It's just your personality, sweetheart, ' Haymitch had said, trying to be kind.

It is late and the Games are tomorrow but I find that I cannot sleep. After an hour of tossing and turning I finally give up and leave the room. I walk down empty, silent corridors and find my way to the roof. I'm not entirely sure if Tributes are allowed up here but no one has told me i'm not so I go on up. I begin to walk over to the edge of the roof so I can sit down but stop dead as i realise someone is already sitting there. Whoever it is, they haven't noticed me yet and i could leave and they would be nonethewiser. I'm not a coward though and I will do what i like. The noise from my footsteps alert the person that i am approaching and they look up. Once again I find myself looking at Marvel but all arrogance is wiped from his face now. This makes me decide to sit down beside him. That and the fact that I have pride, and I'm hardly going to back down for him.

'Hello, Katniss, ' He murmurs quietly. I'm quite surprised to see that there is no arrogant smirk to go with this greeting, but he is still a career and I still do not trust him.

'Hi, ' I reply. We sit in silence for a few moments, looking down on all the citizens of the Capitol as they celebrate our doom.

'They sicken me! ' I suddenly spit out. Marvel looks up, amused, a questioning look in his eyes.

'Look at them, they're actually happythat 23 kids are going to die! Don't you hate them for that? ' I look up at him and wait for an answer.

'Well, I suppose that depends on which way you look at it. Some Tributes want to bring pride to their district, so they'll go along with it. It's an honour. ' Marvel doesn't look at me.

I scoff. 'Are you happy to go along with it? Do you seriously only care about bringing pride to your District? '

'Look, Girl on Fire-'

'Don't call me that! '

Marvel smirks and I scowl. 'Not my fault your stylist decided to dress you up in flames. '

'Just shut up, Marvel! ' I turn my head away from him. 'Why am i even talking to you? ! '

'Well, I don't know. I shouldn't even be talking to you! District twelve. ' Marvel snaps.

I stand up angrily. How dare he talk about me and my District like that!

'Oh, I don't even know why I bother! ' I half shout. 'I can't believe I actually tried to make conversation with you! All you want to do is go out into the arena and kill everyone in sight! '

Marvel stands up now aswell, fury written all over his face. 'That's not how it is! ' he growls.

I sneer. 'Of course it is! Your just-'

'Maybe I have family to get back to too, Katniss! ' Marvel shouts. Then, in a quieter voice than before he mumbles, 'I can't help this, it's the way I was brought up, the way I was told to be my whole life. ' He hangs his head. 'It's not my fault' Then he looks up and sneers, 'So sorry you had to endure being in my company. ' He glares at me one last time before turning and walking away.

I find myself feeling bad, feeling guilty. He has family to get back to too. It's not his fault. . . . . .

I drift into an uneasy sleep that night, my conversation with Marvel replaying again and again in my dreams.