Disclaimer: I do not own The Hunger Games.
Part 8
The interviews went by slowly in my opinion. I was dreading having to go on stage and talk, but each time a new tribute went onto the stage, my turn was coming closer. Finally, the district eleven male tribute is walking off the stage and I'm introduced. I slowly gather myself together and stand up to climb the stage. Caesar Flickerman smiles at me and shakes my hand. He's saying something but my nervousness blocked out his voice. His signals to the small chair beside his so I sit down. The crowd is murmuring softly so Caesar decides to warm me up. "You're dress is beautiful. You are on fire!" He says with added enthusiasm. I smile and blush. "Thankyou. Cinna is amazing." I say quietly. Caesar smiles and agrees with me. "So Primrose, what has been your favorite thing in the capitol?" He asked me, seeming curious. I pursed my lips in thought. "The colors." I said, breathless. Caesar laughed, then the audience joined him. "They are something." He said, his face bright. I felt a little more comfortable. Haymitch's voice boomed in my head, Show sparks of angry adrenaline. I swallowed and anticipated the next question. "So, Primrose, we are all extremely curious. How did you kill the gamemaker?" My stomach turned. Beads of sweat started to form on my hands and I felt like crying. "I… I don't think I'm allowed to give out that kind of information." I said, forcing my breakfast back down. Caesar smiled at me. "Aw, I'm sure you can give us a little hint." I looked up at Caesar and stared into his eyes. "No." I said firmly. Caesar pursed his lips then moved on to another question. "Alright." He began. "During the reaping. You refused to let your sister volunteer for you. Why did you do that?" He leaned into me. I paused then said, "Why did I do that? You mean, why did I deny my sisters plead to be sent into a death arena? Because she was always there for me, it was time I do something in return. I'm glad I did it." I said, making fists with my hands. My eyebrows pressed together in frustration. Caesar gave me a passionate look. "It was very brave of you." He said. The audience agreed with him. Caesar then abruptly said, "Primrose, do you think you are going to win in the arena?" The question hit me and I took some time to think. I hadn't thought about that question much, I thought I would die instantly. But now, in front of everyone, I had to be strong. I breathed in and let the words roll off my tongue. "The capitol has no right to tell children to kill eachother. So just now I have decided…" I paused. The audience is frozen, hanging on my every word. I continued, "I have decided that… I… refuse to kill anyone in the Hunger Games." I opened my mouth to say more but no words came out, so I closed it again. Caesar let the remaining seconds pass in silence then the buzzer went off telling me to leave the stage. "Well, best of luck, Primrose Everdeen, tribute from District Twelve." I nod and descend the small stairs then take my seat again. I hear Peeta's name being called and He gets up as I'm sitting down. I'm still in a daze for the first part of Peeta's interview. Until Caesar brings up relationships. "Handsome Lad like you, there must be some special girl. Come on, what's her name?" says Caesar. Peeta sighs. "Well, there is one girl. I've had a crush on her ever since I can remember. But I'm pretty sure she didn't know I was alive until the reaping." Sounds of sympathy from the crowd, unrequited love they can relate to. "She have another fellow?" asks Caesar. "I don't know, but a lot of boys like her," says Peeta. "So, here's what you do. You win, you go home. She can't turn you down then, eh?" says Caesar encouragingly. "I don't think it's going to work out. Winning… won't help in my case," says Peeta. "Why ever not?" says Caesar, mystified. Peeta blushes beet-red and stammers out. "Because… because.. I'll be dying trying to keep her sister alive." For a moment, the camera's hold on Peeta's downcast eyes as what he says sinks in. I catch a glimpse of the televised screens and my shocked face is plastered on every one. I quickly close my mouth and compose myself. Katniss. He likes Katniss. I purse my lips and watch as Peeta leaves the stage and the anthem plays.
A/N: This one was not as exciting as I'd hoped it would be. :\ Reviews appreciated.
