I thought it'd be a little unfair if I gave one tribute the whole interviews- at some point this week I will post the parts I didn't include as a new story- I'm halfway through the interviews. I am still in desperate need of tributes but I'm going to start giving out second chapters. There is a poem later on in this chapter- do you want more poems?
(Fiona's POV)
To be honest, the interviews seemed kind of upsetting- I mean, these are the people who are going to die soon talking about their loved ones. I hope the Careers think about the victim's families as they slaughter them. I wrote a poem about my interview.
(this is my (badly written) poem)
My dress is red
But my heart is blue
I want to live through the Games
And not be one of the Bloodbath few
(Now I'm going to feel like an awful person for killing tributes off *gulps*)
I love this rooftop garden- no bright lights, no loud noises. I'm surprised that they let us up here at all. Don't they think we could just jump off the edge? I don't want to, you know, die that way but I'm intrigued. I chuck a perfect flower off the edge, only to have it jump back at me seconds later, wilted and with petals missing. I guess it is a metaphor for the Games- we start looking shiny and perfect, and slowly but surely that mask slips away forever. These Games will scar us all, whether us means survivors or families of the tributes that died.
I feel like this chapter is a little short- I'm really sorry.