I decided to skip training, because, well, I'm lazy. JK. It's just always hard for me to write training. I'm really anxious to get to the interviews because all in not what it seems… or is it, for those who have a critical eye? MWA HA HA HA HA! This chapter is mostly talking, so don't be annoyed! More Madge thoughts will be brought back!
Today is interview day. Cinna has put me in a floor length red gown with gems on it. It looks even more like fire than the flames I was in days ago.
And we are escorted downstairs.
1. 2. 3. .
All of them go by without a thought of mine.
"And now… MADGE UNDERSEE OF DISTRICT 12!"
I walk up each step carefully. 1. 2. 3. 4
"Hello Madge!" Caesar greets. "Or should I call you Margret?"
"Madge is fine."
"Fantastic. I love your dress!"
"Thank you," I say, sitting down. A smile lights up his face.
"Madge, Madge, Madge. Tell all of Panem what they want to know. Vol-un-teer! Why?"
"I-I wanted to show something to District 12."
"And what was that?" He prompts.
I close my eyes. " That we can avenge other people's deaths. That when they die, it's not necessarily the end."
"Beautiful." His eyes rest on my pin. "Your Aunt?"
I nod. He nods right along with me.
"So? We are all wondering after you fabu entrance to the games- anything going on between you and Mr. Hawthorne?" He presses, sending the audience to the edges of their seats.
"Not that I know of." I say, not meaning to be funny, but he laughs anyway.
The buzzer sounds.
"Thank you Miss Undersee!" He calls. The crowd applauds, and I sit down.
Nothing special.
Just Madge.
Then, I fixate my attention on Gale.
"Mr. Hawthorne! Hello! Hello!"
Gal says hi gruffly and plops himself next to Caesar.
"So, So," He prompts. "What do you like about the Capitol so far?"
"Nothing." He replies.
What is he doing! He'll get himself hurt!
"Hm?" Caesar asks, staring at Gale.
He quickly recovers. "I mean, I'm a bit nervous for the games, and I can't really.. Enjoy." He says enjoy with obvious tension. "The things here to their full extent."
Caesar nods, woefully.
"Now, Now," He says, putting swing back in the conversation. " You have any special girl you want to win for?"
"I do." Gale replies, a bit of a sad smile on his face.
Katniss immediately comes to mind, but I can tell it's not her.
"Then win for her, huh?"
He laughs a bit. "But Caesar, that's impossible." He states ruefully.
Now even Caesar looks confused.
"Wh-Why?" He asks.
Gale sighs. "The girl is Madge Undersee."
