The Bad Omen
I'm staring straight at the cornucopia. I see Addis to my left. She nods at me as the timer hits zero. We quickly try to get the closest backpack we can find.
"Got it," I yell as I grab the small backpack, but when I look up Addis is gone.
The careers have me surrounded. I scream out in terror, only to wake up in my bed. It's early in the morning and I don't think the birds have even awoken yet. It finally hits me all at once. The games are tomorrow. I never got to say goodbye to Dad but he will see me on the TV today in the interviews.
I assure Prada I've been doing sit-ups every night until I can't anymore.
"Let me see those abs Honey!" says Prada.
I lift my shirt up real quick. The styling team all gasp.
"Yummy!" says Prada.
For the interviews, I will be wearing an electric blue suit. I look good in a suit and not a lot of people in District Five wear suits. I wonder what my dad will say when he sees me in it. I wish I could at least call him.
All the tributes line up for the interviews. I'm the tenth person to go which is good because I badly have to use the bathroom. My stomach is knots and I'm not sure if its nerves or that strange yellow liquid I drank with my dinner. I sit on the toilet and let out a breath of relief, but no place is sacred in the Capitol. Even in the bathroom I can hear the interviews being conducted over the PA system.
"Wow those are some huge arms you have there. Can you make a muscle for us?" ask the guy.
The girl giggles. I hear the crowd ahh-ing and ooh-ing. It must be the beast girl from One.
I remember Winnie's necklace. Too bad I forgot to bring anything from home. I imagine if I had my guitar with me. I could use it as a weapon to bash the careers heads in. The thought makes me smile.
"I bet the girls back home can't wait for you to return home in one piece!" says the Interviewer.
"Can you blame them?" says the boy.
The crowd goes wild.
I pretend to stick my finger in my throat because I hate District One.
As I leave the bathroom, the little girl from Eight is crouched against the wall. She gets up when she sees me.
"I never got to say thank you for the other day!" she says.
"Don't worry about it!" I smile at her and continue back towards the stage area.
"Wait!" she screams. "Will you team up with me?"
I stop for a moment, and then I continue walking.
"Please! The girl from one said she will kill me slowly because you stood up for me!"
I stop again. Curse this little girl.
"Listen! This is the Hunger Games! You are only deceiving yourself by thinking you have friends. If I knew you were this much trouble I would have never stood up for you in the first place!" I lose my temper but I can't take responsibility for her. She begins crying as I continue back to the line.
