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Part 7
In he morning, breakfast went by fast. Peeta suggested we get trained for the interviews separately to get individual help, I agreed, it sounded reasonable. I went with Effie first, which I didn't mind. She helped me walk around the room in impossibly high shoes. She said I was very good and that I was ready to go to Haymitch. Haymitch immediately told me I would go with an innocent, needy approach, but sometimes show a spark of angry adrenaline to help support my scoring number. "I still don't understand why they gave me a twelve." I muttered to Haymitch. He sighed and said, "Because everyone already knows what you did… Also, they're hoping you become a threat in the arena and get killed immediately. But we're not going to let that happen." He smiled assuringly at me. I grimaced, unsure. But I had no other choice than to listen to Haymitch reluctantly.
After the endless day pasts, I was finally allowed to crawl into bed to sleep. No nightmares haunted me during the night.
In the morning, I was awakened by my cheerful prep team. I honestly couldn't tell if they were fake, their appearances made them look like programmed dolls. They scrub me down until my skin glows, then they stencil patterns onto my arms and paint flames on my nails. They rub shimmering gold dust on my body and every time I blink, a flock of sparkles fly off. A small gold headband intertwined with red sparkles is placed on my head, weaving together with my hair. Then finally, Cinna makes me close my eyes for the dress. I press back the urge to peak and keep my eyes shut, pursing my lips. They slide the dress over me, and it takes me a little off balance from the excessive weight. Eventually they let me open my eyes. My eyes are plastered to my reflection in the mirror. I'm on fire, a small yet dangerous flame. My dress is sequined with small red and gold gems, accenting a flickering fire every time I move. I twirl around and everyone in the room is in awe. I lose my balance and fall into Cinna's arms. "Thankyou." I said, smiling up at him. Cinna made me look perfect for the interview, only talking for the interview would still be troublesome. Cinna gave me supportive advice then sent me on my way. I met Peeta at the elevator, his black suit was accented with flames. When the elevator opens, the other tributes are being lined up to take the stage. All twenty-four of us sit in a big arc throughout the interviews. I wait impatiently in my seat as the show begins. Each interview will be three minutes long then a buzzer will go off to end our session. Females first then males. I close my eyes and take a deep breath in, awaiting my turn.
A/N: WAW, this one was boring. But guess what? Interviews come next! Oh! And, sorry for not posting for a while. My life is a little busy at the moment ;D
