Katie-Susan Winters, District 2 POV:
I looked into the mirror and smiled one last time. Thanks to my stylist I looked perfect- not to sound vain or anything of the sort. Of course, I wasn't a vain person; but I still couldn't help but notice how nice the long white elegant dress I wore was. It's amazing how magical the Capitol could make their clothing.
I was definitely on the way to success. My stylist had dressed me up to look quite tough during the chariot rides, I got a great score in training and my stylist had picked the most beautiful dress for me to wear during the interviews, all I had to do was keep up the innocent look just like Fi-Fi had told me to do. After hearing me singing in the shower last night Fi-Fi also suggested that I should sing something sorrowful to the audience to capture their hearts.
I was still so overjoyed with my training score. I had gotten a nine, a nine. That was probably one of the best scores anyone could hope for. All I did was go in and camouflage myself from sight (Tristan had taught me and it turned out I was a natural) and then fired some arrows at the targets. I had hit every single one in the bullseye, which had probably impressed the Gamemakers. Then to impress them even more I fired my arrows at four moving targets; I had managed to get a bullseye on one, and I had missed the other. But I got a pretty good hit with the other two, so that must've impressed them nonetheless, impressed them enough to give me a nine anyway!
Fi-Fi Pendanski came in and complimented how nice I looked, before taking me out with Tristan. I had to admit, Tristan looked quite dashing. He had a black suit with a white shirt. And the white shirt was slightly unbuttoned at the chest. He was probably doing that tactically for female sponsors. Girls everywhere were probably screaming for him to unbutton his shirt ever so slightly more.
I smiled over to Tristan and he smiled warmly back. We then went over to the interviewing studios, and I glanced over to the interviewer. This year, the interviewer was a woman called Jynx Blackthorne. Jynx was a horrible woman who had lilac hair that went into a bob, probably some attempt to look cute. Jynx was from the same District as me- District two. She is famous for winning three Hunger Games, which is the record for a person winning the most Hunger Games (even more than the famous Katniss Everdeen). She was in the 170th Games, in which she came out Victor. She was then reaped in with her sister at the 175th Games, in which every person reaped had to take a member of their family with them, yet there could still only be one victor. Jynx's sister was reaped and she had taken Jynx with her and Jynx won once again after infamously poisoning her sister to win once they were in the final three.
Jynx was then invited as a Capitol citizen (and hero) when she had won the 200th Hunger Games two years ago, when every living Hunger Games victor had to go into the arena and battle it out for the last time. Last year, after the mysterious disappearance of the previous interviewer Paulos Burtini, Jynx was invited to be the interviewer because of her experience in the past.
Jynx had only been the interviewer since last years Games, but even then when I saw her interviewing the tributes she seemed to grill them. She was nosey and she could scrap every little detail out of somebody through intimidation. Being a Hunger Games victor three times over also had its advantages and Jynx never missed a trick. She could spot a fake personality from a mile away, and she wasn't afraid to expose a fake to the viewers.
So far, Maximotus and Liane had been interviewed. Both of them got on well with Jynx, they laughed and joked along with her. Jynx was always easier on the District One and Two tributes, though. She had an intense dislike for District Four because in her first Hunger Games a District Four tribute had attempted to set her alight with a torch. After thirty-two years, Jynx still holds a grudge against their District.
Maximotus' buzzer had buzzed, and he shook hands with Jynx and gave his same old evil smile to the audience, but some of the girls had seemed dazzled by it. They had no idea just how evil he seemed to be. Tristan glanced to me and gave me a quick nod.
"You're up." He said, and I found myself stumbling onto stage. I looked out to the audience and felt their hundreds of eyes on me. I had to remember to breathe, and for a second my knees seemed to be wobbly and weak.
'Pretend you're acting, and they are the audience,' I thought to myself. Walking over to the leather chair and sitting in it, I smiled over to Jynx and crossed one leg over the other. This was one of the most nerve wrecking moments of my life.
"Hello!" Jynx introduced me to the audience, who all smiled. I was a bit surprised to hear a couple of wolf-whistles, and found myself restraining myself from blushing..
"Hi!" I replied, waving out to the audience. I got the reaction I had hoped for- screaming and people greeting me back as if I was a normal person they were going to converse with. Maybe this wasn't so bad after all.
"Seems we have a District Two girl here!" Jynx shouted out, and I heard more screams and applause. Jynx had a knack of making the District Two girls seem like the ultimate tributes, which was good on my behalf. However, I was nowhere near the warrior Jynx was; she was the ultimate warrior- even Maximotus would probably be scared of her.
"So!" Jynx continued, her eyes boring into mine with that same old intimidating glare, "do tell us about yourself!"
The next three minutes were torture; I had to keep up acting all innocent, which was hard because Jynx was firing question after question to me. She asked questions about myself that not even I could answer. It was all too complicated, and I felt my head spin.
After finding out about my passion for acting and singing, Jynx had forced me to sing a song to the audience. It was one of the most embarrassing moments of my life, and I didn't even sing that well. I don't think I had done a good song selection, either. The song I chose was thousands of years old, and it was called 'Smile' by 'Charlie Chaplin.' I felt my voice shake slightly- yet everyone cheered when I had finished the song, even Jynx had stood up and clapped before the buzzer had gone off.
"And that's Katie-Susan Winters!" She shouted, the applause alone had sent adrenaline through me. I walked off backstage and felt myself collapse. It was a bit humiliating when I had realised that the person that had caught me was Tristan.
"You did good." He complimented me with a smile.
"Thanks!" I replied, and then I gave him a stern look. "But I think it's your turn now..."
I looked to Tristan walk confidently on stage and sighed, looking at him there. Maybe I did have a chance at getting out of these Games alive. I knew somewhere out there, Sally was really proud of me. I just couldn't wait to return to her.
Sarah Elizabeth Greten, District 3 POV:
I hated the fact that after Bethuny, I was next up for interviewing. Bethuny was on right now, chatting away to Jynx who continued to harass her about her personal life more and more. Jynx had also managed to get Bethuny to spill out about how she was bullied when she was a little girl which could either be a good or a bad thing; it would be good if there were any people out there was wanted to sponsor someone with a good sob-story, but it would be bad for those who were voting on people with real talent. If Bethuny couldn't tackle bullies in the playground, what were the chances of her killing the big, bad and brutish Careers?
Although Bethuny was going to chip in more sponsors than me. She had gotten a five, which was a reasonably good score. It was reasonably good compared to mine anyway. I had only gotten a two, which means everybody out there was scribbling me down as a Bloodbath death already. Apart from Soonta, I was probably the worst contestant score-wise.
I also didn't look so good. I had been dressed up in a fair suit, but I looked pale and I had already began sweating horribly. If I came on stage looking like I did, I would probably be laughed at. I had probably already made a bad enough impression on the Capitol viewers already. If anything they had wanted me dead. In a way, I wondered if my Grandmama would be proud of me seeing my score and looking at me go on stage looking like I was about to wet myself. I got a feeling her and Frita were probably planning my funeral already.
I had never been one for audiences. I had always stayed to myself, and I hated answering questions. However, I had to go on and wow the audience in some way or another. There was probably something I could think of; Marukilla had told me to act as the sweet harmless little boy, and had told Bethuny to act as the sweet harmless little girl (despite the fact she was older than me). I guess if I wanted some sponsors, I could at least be cute.
Bethuny's buzzer went off, and when she left the stage and gave me a reassuring smile. I ambled onto the stage and moved towards the leather chair. I tried my best to smile as I sat down; the chair was incredibly uncomfortable so I had to adjust into it slightly. I was probably the laughing stock of Panem right now- a little boy fidgeting in his chair.
"Hello there." Jynx Blackthorne greeted me. Even though she had said a casual 'Hello there' there was already something extremely intimidating about her. Her black, beady eyes were straight on me and they looked like no matter where I went, they would always follow.
"Hi." Was all I could muster. Even then, I probably sounded shy and silly. The audience all reacted like I was some cute little baby, and I felt myself blushing. I was making myself more and more of a fool by the second.
"You nervous?" Jynx asked. I decided if anything, I had to be pretty honest; if I was lying Jynx would find out I was telling a lie in a second.
"Extremely." I replied, forcing myself to smile.
"Kid, if you're nervous over being asked a load of questions- just wait until you're thrown into a jungle with twenty-three others kids trying to kill you!" Jynx joked. The audience all laughed together and I felt my stomach churn slightly. That wasn't a funny thought at all, my Grandmama was probably shouting at the television screen right now; she always had a knack of doing that. The thought of my Grandmama screaming at the television screen had definitely put a smile to my face.
"You find that funny?" Jynx asked me.
"A little." I replied.
"So, kid. Tell us about yourself."
I had to think for a second before I could reply to Jynx's question. What was there to tell everybody about myself? I wasn't anyone special. I was a nobody. If I told everything, they'd all laugh at me. I had a pretty much depressing life. However, I could tell the truth without making a joke of myself.
"My name is Sarah-Elizabeth." I started off, then quickly butted in. "I know it's a girls name! It's a long story. But, I am twelve years old and I come from District Three. My parents worked in a factory which produced guns, so I have a bit of knowledge on them. They were killed when I were young... But that's a touchy subject."
The audience all gave sympathetic cries, and a few of the girls at the front started squealing at me like I was some kind of cuddly toy. I saw two girls on the back row clinging onto each other and sobbing. It seemed I could possibly chip sponsors in, after all.
"Do tell us about it." Jynx commanded with a smirk.
"Well," I started. "The Peacekeepers raided their house and found loads of guns hidden, so they were executed. But to this day I still think they're innocent, and that the Peacekeepers were wrong in accusing them of doing such things."
For once, Jynx had immediately changed the subject; the Capitol weren't allowed to be criticised, especially on air. It was the first time I had seen Jynx not dig deeper and deeper into a subject, because it she continued making me criticise the Capitol it was either her job or my life on the line.
"So, do you think you're an immediate Bloodbath death because of the low score you had got?" Jynx asked. That had stung a lot, but I was going to prove the audience members who were all laughing wrong.
"No." I replied.
"Why?" She snapped back. This seemed to be a quick war with words.
"Because," I started. "I might not have the brains everybody else does, or the brawn or even the skill, but I am probably more desperate to get home than anybody else here, and I have faith in myself."
"Oh?" Jynx smirked, she had definitely found something fun to dig in on. "And what makes you think you have something more to return to than the other twenty-three tributes?"
"My Grandmother." I replied. "She needs me and I'd be so lost without her. I have to get home for her sake, not mine. I owe her a lot, and I still haven't had to chance to pay my debts."
The reaction from the audience was a positive one for sure- it was filled with 'aww's' and girls screaming comments on how cute I was. I had no worries when it came to sponsors, because O had a sob story now. And I needed plenty of sponsors if I wanted to get anywhere.
But then the buzzer had rang before Jynx could ask me anything else, so I looked around and smiled warmly to her. I mouthed the words 'thanks' to which Jynx scowled. She then gave a quick smile, as if she were saying 'well done.' To be fairly honest, for someone who had killed her own sister Jynx didn't seem that bad of a girl...
Monkshood Splice, District 10 POV:
I looked on to the others being interviewed and every single one of them had a interview angle which the audience responded to positively. I didn't have an interview angle at all, and if I didn't think of something quick Jynx Blackthorne was going to humiliate me in front of the whole of Panem. I had been humiliated by my stylist dressing me up as a chicken during the chariot rides; and at that point I had flipped the bird to every member of the audience. I'm pretty sure if I said something incredibly insulting to Jynx Blackthorne the Peacekeepers would be at my throat.
Despite the fact Jynx hated District Four tributes in general, the two from District Four had managed to charm the audience despite Jynx's attempts to make them look like the 'bad guys.' Krindle was the kind boy who got on with everybody, and Selena was the shy yet skilled Career girl. District Five had managed to do well with Rayann being quiet and mysterious, and Brydyn being a joker (something told me that the jokes he had said were given to him by his mentor, but they had charmed the audience nonetheless).
District Six had gone for their typical 'clever District Six tribute' angle, and had succeeded. I could tell just from listening to their conversation that they were clever by nature. And District Seven's girl had gone for silent and sullen in a cool way. She wasn't as successful as the others, and had nearly lost her temper at times during the argument but all in all she had done well. The District Seven boy had came on; he had managed to be the cool and chilled guy, and everyone seemed to have loved him for it. I didn't get what was so great about him, was it because his hair was slightly spiked up? It looked all over the top to me.
District Eight had gotten a lot of sympathy as soon as the blind girl had walked out. There were lots of gasps from the audience when the girl explained she was blind and how she had gotten the injury, and she was listed as this years main underdog because of her score in training. Soonta Dye, despite having failed just about everything he had done so far had won the audience over because he was snobby, and the closest to a Capitol citizen out of all of the tributes so far.
District Nine had come on, and I felt my heart stop when I realised I was on soon. I hadn't managed to find any interview angle, because according to my mentor I wasn't funny, sexy, smart, sweet, kind, bitchy, innocent, shady, cute deadly, brutal or cool. It was a bit of a downer being told you hardly had a personality by your own mentor who had then just sighed and told me to 'be myself.' I had a feeling if I followed his advice I'd spark up one controversy or another.
Felicia was on the stage right now, and she had successful mastered the 'sweet and innocent' act, and Kieran seemed kind of sullen, dark and mysterious. The audience seemed to have liked them both. The buzzer for Kieran was set off and I felt my heart stop.
"And next we have our District Ten tribute!" Jynx introduced me. "Monkshood Splice!"
I felt my head boil as I strolled out onto the stage and I sat down into the interviewing chair. How dare she call me by my full name. How many times did I have to make it clear that nobody called me 'Monkshood?'
"My NAME is Monk." I snapped to Jynx, who stopped for a brief second. I knew what Jynx was thinking when she had that smirk on her face. She was thinking: 'We have an angry tribute here, so it'll be fun to pick on them.'
I was going to prove the legendary Jynx Blackthorne wrong.
"So Monk." Jynx started, her voice barely more than a whisper when she called me by my nickname (or what my real name should be). "What do you think about your score? A six eh? Halfway there?"
"Whatever." I just replied, yawning into my palms and glancing to my nails as if they were more interesting than the interview. I heard a couple of the audience members giggle. I was working my magic on Jynx Blackthorne and her savage attitude already.
"So," Jynx continued; I had to admit she had recovered from my bitchy remark quickly. "Would you rather die at the hands of a brutal Career, or at the hands of the Gamemakers and their infamous traps?"
I heard the audience gasp. This was probably the most tense interview the Hunger
Games has had in a rather long time. I crossed one leg over the other and smirked over to Jynx. If she wanted a war she got one.
"Now why do you ask that question? Is it because your mother never hugged you as a child?" I asked Jynx, and everybody in the audience gasped. Jynx raised her eyebrows, slightly impressed with what I had to say.
"Actually," Jynx replied. "If you had any intelligence, you'd know its natural for every mother to love their child. I had many hugs from my mother, are you bitter because you haven't had any attention from your parents?"
"I got attention from my parents." I replied quickly, thinking of about three good comebacks in my head. I was on a roll. "But, since your mother hugged you I'm pretty sure your sister didn't. That was why you poisoned her twenty-seven years ago wasn't it?"
There were more gasps and the audience were close to going wild. I could also see Jynx's face light up with some kind of fury, yet the buzzer had gone off. My time humiliating a simpleton was over. I stood up and left without any more words being said, yet I heard the audience scream and chant my name. Looks like all I had to do was be myself after all...
Spyglys Spime Dorn, District 11 POV:
All of the acts were definitely great in their own way, and had gotten positive responses. Even the imbecile Soonta Dye had managed to do well. And Monkshood Splice who was one of the most annoying and nasty people you could meet had won over the hearts of the Capitol viewers; yet I couldn't think of anything to do. Magellan told me to act like I was shady and cool, but that wasn't really what I wanted to do.
Metsey was up now, and I saw her walking on stage shaking and smiling weakly to Jynx. There was something about Metsey; she had followed me around like my shadow in training and seemed like this shy girl that wouldn't last two seconds in the arena, yet there was something about her. I only know is that she wasn't someone I'd mess with.
After three minutes of chit-chat with Jynx, Metsey walked off stage with a smile on her face. So far no-one had managed to cry in the interviews, which was rare because there were usually a couple of criers. This year there wasn't going to be one and I intended it to stay that way.
"Let's introduce our District Eleven male tribute!" Jynx shouted as I walked on. The cheers and the spotlight flashing on me were all too much. I hoped Jynx wasn't going to be too rude to me, because with the nerves going through me at the moment I was pretty likely to lash out.
"Do tell us your name!" Jynx said. "I would usually introduce you myself, but a certain rude tribute earlier on reminded me on how it was best I didn't read out people's full names beforehand."
"I'm Spyglys." I replied in a blunt fashion. Jynx may be a professional at getting things out of people, but she didn't scare me one bit. She may have been the infamous horrible interviewer and winner of the Hunger Games three times over, but that didn't intimidate me. The cold look she gave me right now didn't even intimidate me.
"What do you think of the Capitol Spyglys?" Jynx asked me casually. That was a question I didn't expect. I thought the Capitol was a horrible, over produced place. Although it was full of luxuries, there were places I'd much rather spend my time in. Although I'd rather the Capitol over one of the Hunger Games' deadly arenas any day.
"It's okay." I shrugged. The audience were pretty silent, like I was something boring. I wouldn't blame them if they did think that.
"Surely it's better than District Eleven?" Jynx asked, her eyes boring into mine. I glanced away from her horrible stare towards the audience, who were looking at me like blank robots observing something. For once, I didn't enjoy the silence.
"Nah," I replied whilst thinking of ways to make myself slightly more interesting. "District Eleven is home to me. There's no place like home."
One of the audience members made an "aw" noise. Everyone else in the audience had looked to her like she was insane and idiotic, and she went silent. She may have been an imbecile but it was nice knowing that one person had felt something towards me.
"Is there anything you like about the Capitol?" Jynx asked, raising her eyebrows as if fascinated by me. "Anything at all?"
"Well, the food is nice..." I replied. The audience then all started laughing. I had to admit that it was nice to get a reaction that didn't involve silence.
"What's your favourite dish then?" Jynx asked, smiling to herself. It was horrible seeing her this nice, almost bitter-sweet; Jynx Blackthorne was only ever this nice to District Two tributes. Maybe there was something about me she liked, but that was wishful thinking.
"I like the apples." I replied. "They're like the orchards at home but better."
"Indeed." Jynx replied, getting bored of the conversation on Capitol cuisine. She then glanced over to a sheet which I presumed had a list of questions for me. She then continued. "So, if you won the Hunger Games this year what would you do?"
"Come home knowing I've proven myself to my father." I quickly replied, without thinking. It then sunk in how idiotic my statement was. My father was probably watching right now, and feeling like an idiot. It was true, though. I wanted to prove myself to my father.
"So there's lots of family tensions back at home?" Jynx asked me.
"You could say that." Was all I had managed to reply.
"So, maybe you could go into more de-" Jynx began, before she was interrupted by the buzzer. I let out a sigh of relief and glanced to the side of the stage. Saved by the buzzer. I smiled to Jynx and shook hands with her before walking off, only to meet with Magellan at the other side.
"What happened to 'shady and cool'?" She snapped at me. "I wasn't expecting 'loner boy who wanted to show his daddy he was a big boy'"
"Well, shady and cool doesn't satisfy me." I bluntly replied, glancing over to the District Twelve girl walk onto the stage.
"Well not shady and cool doesn't satisfy the Capitol!" Magellan hissed, I could hear in her voice that she wanted to shriek. I raised an eyebrow and smirked to her.
"Too bad for the Capitol then, isn't it?" I snapped back before barging past her.
If things were my way, the Capitol would get nothing that they wanted from me...
Kathleen Dougherty, District 12 POV:
I smiled and glanced over to Jynx, who returned the smile. This had to be one of the most awkward moments of my life. It was like the chariot rides, only with the chariot rides I just had to smile and wave whilst showing off my clothes. This time I had to smile, act happy, speak out and even answer questions about my personal life and my opinion on these horrible Games.
"So," Jynx asked, looking out to the audience. "Do tell us about the family you have back in old district twelve."
"Well," I started. "I have a simple family. A mother, a father a brother and a sister. My family are just your average family I guess."
"What does your father do?" Jynx asked inquisitively. "Does he work in the famous District Twelve coal mines?"
"No." I replied with a bitter smile. "Not everybody in District Twelve works in the mines you know."
"Okay, what does he do then?" Jynx asked me, laughing along with the audience.
"He helps with trade." I replied. "He makes sure that things being imported from other Districts make it here safe and sound."
"That isn't a high paying job," Jynx frowned. "Is there anything else he does to chip in that extra cash? I don't know how something like that could provide for a family of five."
I thought about how to answer this. Helping with trade wasn't a very high paying job; it could just about manage to provide with a family of three. I decided that mentioning the fact my father had illegally hunted was a very stupid move; because he'd be tracked down and arrested, or even worse- killed.
"We manage." I replied, looking to the floor so Jynx couldn't detect anything in my eyes. Jynx was great psychologically, and she could probably tell I was hiding something just on the fact that I was looking at the ground.
"Does your mother do any work?" Jynx asked, her eyes seeming to scan me for something suspicious. This seemed more like an interrogation than an interview. "Or does she just cook and clean like a regular housewife?"
"She just stays at home and makes sure we're all okay." I replied, forcing myself to smile.
"So do you sometimes have to go without?" Jynx asked, digging in for more and more answers. I had to think about how I should answer this question, once again. If I told everybody I didn't go without it would seem unrealistic, and would definitely arouse some suspicions. Not every Capitol citizen is as thick as a plank of wood.
"Yeah." I replied, feeling my guts churn with guilt; my father always made sure that we never went without food and water. Hopefully he'd understand why I was saying these things.
"So do you think that will be an advantage in the Games? Because you're used to going without?" Jynx asked me. I looked around at the audience and forced myself to smile once again, this was going to be a long interview.
"Guess so." I replied. "It would give me a bigger advantage than the Careers, because most of them are used to being fed on the spot. I'm not."
"Indeed." Jynx replied, smiling slyly at me. "Talking about the Careers, what do you think of this years Careers are a good batch? We'd love your opinion."
"Erm," I paused. What did I think about this years Careers? I had to word things without me being the first on their hit-list. "Skilled. Intimidating. Tough competition."
"Well," Jynx giggled. "All of them got higher scores than you- so tough competition indeed. What do you think about them all? Maximotus? What's your opinion on him?"
"Big." I replied. The whole audience seemed to laugh at what I had to say. "He's really big, strong and tough. He got the highest score out of everyone here. He scored well in training; I'm putting my money on it that he will win."
"So you don't think you're going to win?" Jynx immediately asked. The audience seemed to go deadly silent, as if waiting for my answer with some kind of anticipation. Did I think I could win? Could I survive a vicious Bloodbath and then face days and maybe even weeks avoiding other violent tributes and traps whilst another twenty-three kids were killed in horrible ways?
"If I put my mind to it." I replied. "I think I could win these Games."
Just as I finished my sentence, the buzzer had gone off. Jynx had stood up as I stood up, and she shook my hand politely.
I walked off the stage and heard her say: "Okay, we've seen twenty-three out of the twenty-four tributes. Isn't it strange that only one, or even none of them would be alive by the times these Games are over? Now we're introducing our last tribute- the District Twelve male Alec Seth onto the stage!"
I heard the roar of applause as Alec walked on. I turned around from the sidelines and gave him a smile, as if to indicate wishing him luck. He was going to need it, everybody going into this arena were.
Vivienna Francesca Holden, District 7 POV:
I moved into my room and collapsed onto the bed. This had to be the longest, most tiresome week of my life; from the second I was reaped to this moment right now. In a week I had been reaped, sent on a train that would lead me to my death, have some kind of 'makeover' (and an extremely painful makeover at that,) be ridden around in a chariot, spend two days training and learning a bunch of new things, impress a load of old men (which was pretty successful, because I managed to score a seven which was past halfway) and be grilled by the evil Jynx Blackthorne. It was a week of torture, to say the least.
It then sunk into me that the Games started tomorrow. The bloodbath started tomorrow- I could be lying somewhere dead this time tomorrow. My heart skipped a beat, and I took time to think about my family and friends. I was always so horrible to them and they didn't deserve that, I didn't even get the time to tell them how much they had meant to me. I moved over to the dressing table and glanced into the mirror; my eyes were shining with tears and there were tear stains running down my cheeks. I could've at least stopped being a big baby about the whole situation. I moved over to the bed and tried to restrain myself from crying. I had to stay strong.
I heard somebody knocking on the door, and glanced over to the door. It was probably Edoire coming to scold me for almost losing my temper during the god damn interviews. I muttered a couple of curses and slumped back onto the bed.
"Come in!" I shouted. I heard the door creak open, and was slightly surprised when I realised it was my District partner who had come in the room. I didn't know much about him, just that his name was Jansen and that he was sixteen.
"Hey." He said, moving nervously into the room.
"Hi Jansen." I smiled back to him, sitting up in my bed slightly. I didn't know what he wanted, but he had better not be wasting my time. I had time that could've been spent training going into some silly room and answering questions for three minutes.
"Are you okay?" He asked.
"I'm being sent into a deadly arena tomorrow," I replied sarcastically. "How could I be any better?"
"I didn't mean it like that-" He replied.
"Yeah, yeah." I snapped back, turning away from him. It was probably my sour mood after a tiresome day, but this guy had already started to annoy me already.
"Also, can you call me Falrey?" He asked. "Everybody calls me that."
I was in the mood to get into an argument, so I leaned up and sneered at him. "Why, does being called by your last name make you feel cool or something? You look like those kids in school that wish they were cool or fearsome, but they're just not. Drop the act Falrey."
Falrey stopped in his tracks and looked to me sternly. "Look, I understand if you're upset. I understand if you're angry, but there's no need to talk to me like that, I'm only trying to help. I don't mean any harm."
The face I had pulled had shown pure disgust. This dude had said something that my mother would probably say to me. The mother who I had despised, and who had practically abandoned me for her work.
"You don't understand anything." I screamed. Moving towards the dressing table and grabbing a comb, I tried to brush it through my frizzy brown hair. I brushed it through my hair with long, strong strokes so that it looked like I was having a wrestling match with myself. I really wanted Falrey to leave, because he was getting on every last nerve.
"Look, I understand you're-"
Falrey didn't even get the time to finish off his sentence, because I lunged my hairbrush at him. I didn't care about the 'no harming tributes' rule; I just wanted him to know I wasn't to be messed with just because I was an upset girl.
Falrey ducked low and the brush missed him narrowly, instead it smashed into the mirror behind him. Shards of glass flew everywhere and where scattered around the floor, and Falrey gave me one last look before rushing out of the room.
"You will never understand me!" I shouted as he left, hoping he managed to hear what I had to say. I was going to have the last say. No matter the situation, I was always going to have the last say. He was a sixteen year old guy, he had no clue about how I'd feel in this (or any) situation. Half of the idiotic boys were probably looking forward to these horrible Games.
But not me.
No-one understands me...
And no-one will ever understand me.
Hey guys! Sorry this chapter was... tiresome and boring. It was to me anyway- I was dreading the interviews. I had to find some way to make something fun and entertaining out of them so I tried thinking of a couple of things, and tra-laaaa! I hope it's good enough for you :(
So seeing it's the Bloodbath next chapter (Oh god... even I'm chewing my nails with the excitement!) I have my 2 questions for you;
Question 1: What do you think of Jynx Blackthorne?
Question 2: If your character was to die in the Bloodbath, how would you like them to die?