I am dressed in a tight fitting shirt and tight fitting trousers, completely black. Cinna has tied my hair up in a loose 'ponytail', he called it. He has gone to get the main part of my interview outfit. He hasn't told me what it is, and I am somewhat excited to see it. I find myself wondering what Peeta's will look like.I hear Cinna walk up behind me and turn around to see him carrying a see-through pot of orange stuff. He grins at me and I look at him confused.

"You'll see." is all he says. Taking out a paintbrush, he starts painting this orange paintlike stuff onto my clothes, up my legs, around my waist, down my arms, and I think I know what is going on. Stepping back, he looks at me and smiles before taking a handful of black glitter stuff and sprinkling it all over me. He slides the mirror in front of me, and I grin. The orange stuff seems to glow, as if fire is burning up my body. When I turn the glitter sparkles a little like coal.

"Thank you!" I say grinning. Cinna grins back.

"It's almost time for the interviews. I'll see you back here this afternoon to get you ready for the arena." With that he walks away, and the grin fades off my face as I remember that there is only a few hours before the games become real. Before I will have to fight and survive. Before my probably imminent death.

Effie is leading me and Peeta down the corridor, rambling on about how they shouldn't have changed the interviews to the morning before the games and that the interviews have been on the evening before the games for 73 years why should they change it now. I just agree with her because I really don't know what she's talking about. Peeta has a dull orange suit on, his shoulders covered in what seems to be a black dust. He is wearing a black tie and a grey shirt, and I think that he looks nice. he appears to know what Effie is talking about and continues to babble on about it with her as we sit down on a bench, waiting. Effie disappears somewhere; I'm not sure where, I wasnt paying attention.

"Please welcome your host, Caesar Flickerman!" The crowd cheer so loudly it hurts my head. Suddenly I am not so confident for this interview after all.

"Welcome, everyone! Are we looking forward to the the 74th Huger Games?" The crowd roar again, and I feel my heart pound in my mouth. "... the first interview with Glimmer from District 1!" I watch as the tributes have their interview, three minutes each. The district 1 tributes seem strong and confident, the district 2 tributes seem cocky and smug. "...so, Criss, what was life like back in District 3?" Caesar asks the girl from three. She is wearing a yellow dress.

"Well, we were all great at electronics, and my family were really rich so we had a great house and some gadgets my dad bought from work." I decide I don't like her at all.

I pay less and less attention to every tribute that comes on the screen until finally I hear "...Rue from District 11!" I look up at the screen to see the other 12 year old girl sit there nervously. Caesar is nice to her, and helps her through the interview until finally her three minutes is up. Then three more minutes pass. I am next.

"Primrose from District 12!" I smile as best as I can as I take my seat. The crowd stretch back endlessly. "So, Prim," Caesar starts. "May I just say you look gorgeous?" His teeth are very white.

"Thank you," I say, and take a breath. "It's all thanks to my stylist, he's great." The crowd cheer, so I must have done something right. Caesar smiles at me before continuing.

"You were reaped, and your sister tried to volunteer... We were all very moved here, how emotional was it for you?" What do I say? I try not to think and just let myself speak.

"It was. Katniss, my sister, she would be here now instead of me if volunteering was allowed. Katniss was great to me, she looked after me after our father died... I never wanted to say goodbye to her or my mother..." My voice catches and he reaches out for my hand.

"So sad, so very sad. But how are you liking the Capitol? Much different to home I assume?"

"Yes, very. But wonderful too! It's so big and colourful, it's magical." The crowd applaud warmly, and I grin.

"A five in training, you got. I take it that a five was quite good, or were you hoping for better? Or is there some tactic you're using? I'm sure the crowd are dying to know."

"I wish I could have done better, I was hoping for a higher score but a five was okay. My mentor's been great as well, I have tactics for inside the arena. Hopefully I might get a good place!"

"Perhaps you may, perhaps you may! Time is nearly up, but one more thing. Can you tell us what the last thing you said to your sister was?" I close my eyes, and breathe.

"She told me that I can survive, and I hugged her and smiled so they could remember me smiling." I feel tears try to take over, and I breathe again. The crowd are clapping sympathetically. Caesar squeezes my hand and smiles at me sadly. He wipes his eye in sympathy for me.

"So very touching. Everyone, Primrose Everdeen!" The crowd applaud and cheer. I walk away, waving and trying to hide my tears.

"That was amazing!" Effie squeaks, having reappeared. Peeta gets up and goes for his interview. It goes well, he jokes with Caesar and seems popular with the audience. Effie leads us back to the apartment once Peeta has finished his interview. They talk about the games, and the final lunch we will have. She is not exaggerating when she says it is huge. We eat and talk about anything but the games. That soon changed. The clock hit the time we had to leave. Efiie cried a little as she watched us leave for the last time.

Then silence.

I was alone in a small room. The door opened; it was Cinna. I run up to him and hugged him. "Five minutes to the Games." announced the robotic speaker.

"I'm scared." I whisper. Cinna gives me the outfit for the arena. It is a green colour, and comfortable. He makes me sit on the metal bench once I am dressed, and looks at me evenly in the eye.

"You can win. You can survive and if you can survive you can win. Believe." He kisses my forehead and hold my shoulders.

"Thirty seconds." announces the speaker. I let out a sob.

"Prim, listen. Run away. Don't go to the bloodbath, just run. Find weapons or things later. A gong will go to announce the start, just run."

"Fifteen seconds."

"Don't step off the platform beforehand, you will get blown sky high."

"Ten seconds."

"Stay away from the Careers." We walk to the platform. I step into it.

"Five"

"Good luck." he says, pushing back a flap on my jacket to reveal the mockingbird pin.

"One."

"Thank you." I whisper as the door closes. I watch him watch me as the platform rises. I am sure my expression has pure fear on. Another countdown starts from twenty, and blood pounds in my ears. I notice Peeta on the other side of the cornucopia. It is rounded and gold and huge. I hear a muffled 'seven'. I notice Criss lick her lips, ready to attack.

I look out into the forest that surrounds the open space we are standing in; it is large and I can hide in there.

The gong booms.

I run.

And the games have begun! Now what evils have I planned? Muhahaha, you will see ^.^