Paisley, my head stylist was in a surprisingly good mood this morning. Perhaps it was because it was being compared to my bad mood. The reason for my bad mood? Well, it took me awhile to admit this, but it has to do with my dress Paisley designed. It's a white dress, which isn't so bad, but the thing is, Paisley made from my hips down into feathers. Thousands of white feathers parading down my legs, and more feathers on my neckline. I lied to Paisley and told her I loved it, and at first sight I did- until we met up with Nowl, and I couldn't help but thinking that this made me look like the bird he used to call me. This dress just reminds me of how I felt after I left for the Hunger Games, but before the rooftop kiss- happy.

I just want to be happy again.

So as we made our way to where our interview will take place, I focused all my thoughts on what Flynn will do today, if he even will. I'm wearing the wedding ring, and I have to admit- I'm very eager to deface it. But I'm not putting all my hope for posioning my mothers and Calif's name in Flynn, I have some plans on my own for the interview.

Finally we made it to wear our interviews will take place, and looking out at what seemed to be the whole Capitol population, I told myself that these nerves were pointless, and tried to change them into excitment. It's time to live, I told myself. I had to make up for all the times I never lived before the Hunger Games. And in no time I was sitting with Nowl on my right, who looked a little pale, and on my left the boy from district one. For no reason at all, a hysterical laugh escaped my lips, and Nowl turned to me to give me a confused smile.

The host of the interview is Rustun Flickerman, a rather plump man whos moustache is dyed pink, just the the color of his hair, "the forty-first Hunger Games tributes!" he says, and gestures to all of us sitting behind him on the stage that's placed in view of the city. He says a few jokes at the tributes expense to pump up the audience, but I don't think they need much more pumping- they are already so rowdy. Finally he gets down to business, calling the girl from district one to sit in the chair beside him. She wearing a red dress that looks a lot like the one she wore to the chariot rides, and it looks so silly against her dark black eyes, and posture that says she doesn't want to be here.

"Hannah Reede, everybody!" And the crowd claps excitingly. Her interview stood out to me, it was exsactly like I had practiced it yesterday with Mailis, she really did seem bored. She only answered 'yes' or 'no' to anything asked, even though Rustun tried to get more stuff out of her, when asked about her life back home, she answered with "I wouldn't call it life," which made me want to hug her. Her male counterpart's interview went well, he was rather funny, and told the crowd that he was excited to met all these awesome new people, but he really couldn't wait to kill some of them, which made my heart stop. All too soon that boy, Leek's interview was up, and I was being called to the stage.

"Pauper Dea Bukater, everyone!" and I can't help notice that the applause it a lot more loud than it was for the poor district one girl, but I still smile larger than I have been this whole time. It's my chance at revenge now, and I sit down next to Rustun.

"So tell me, how do you like the Capitol?"

I blink then say, "it sure beats home,"

"What has been you're favourtie thing about the Hunger Games, Pauper?"

I laugh, then say beaming, "I could name thousands, but being away from my mother and my fiance, I have to say that's the best part." My mind always wants to say Nowl Flight, but my mouth stops me.

This was the right to say, as Rustun's eyebrow raises and he says, "oh? A fiance huh, tell me about him,"

More than I ever told anyone, I feel that it's now time to tell the world about Calif, "Cal, well, I'm only engaged to him for his money, my mom set the whole thing up," the audience goes silent, "and I might have been happy with it, if it weren't for the fact that he's dumber than a goldfish," this gets the audience laughing, "oh, and he's lousy in bed."

Rustun Flickerman and the audience roar with laughter, and I look in the camera that's zoomed up on my face and wink, just for good measure.

"Now, what's you're stragedy for the games?" he says after he controls his laughter.

I stop smiling and say darkly, "well, we'll have to wait and see."

But all too soon my three minutes are up, and I hug Rustun and sit back down, and he calls out, "Nowl Flight!"

My stomach tightens as I see Nowl approaching where I was just, and I look down at my feathers. What shocks me the most about Nowl's interview is that he does the oppisite of the sweetheart angle. He acts like a ruthless killing mahcine, which makes my smile fade, because I know he's not. I'm shocked at his angle, but it seems to work for him, and when the camera does a close up of him, I notice that it doesn't look like Nowl Flight anymore, but he looks like all the district two tributes who are in the Hunger Games for glory. I bite my lip as I remember him telling me on the train that it was his dad's dream for him to be in the games, not him, maybe he lied to get me in his alliance? What if it's an act? I ask myself, well, I hope I'm not the one to find out that it's not.

Time ticks by and the interviews go by like a blur, but some stood out to me. Vail Hedowl, the girl with the blue hair from district four was funny, though not attempting to be, as she said she'd rather just dance instead of the interview, which Rustun tells her to go ahead. She's a rather good dancer. Her male counterpart, Favian Brito with the tanned skin and violet eyes is proud, and confident in his interview. Char is friendly, but sly and cunning. The tall and gangly Libera is quiet, but funny, and Remus Night just gave me the chills with his cold voice. Electra is funny too, and pretty, which Rustun takes a whole minute up by telling her that. The girl I kissed infront of, Thailia Rush has a lot in common with Nowl's interview. I wait paitently for Flynn's interview, and finally as the small Artemis leaves her interview by saying that she has many skills, and to not underestimate her, I get a rush of excitment to hear, "the Capitol, met Flynn Venustus!"

Flynn walks proudly upto the seat, but instead of sitting down, he says, "hold on one second," and he turns and walks back to the seats. My mouth is open wide as I notice that he's heading my way, and when he reaches me, he offers his hand to me, whispers, "play along," and without thinking, I take it, and he leads me back to the front of the stage, sitting down, and pulling me onto his lap.

"Well, this is new," says Rustun, still smiling.

"I just wanted the Capitol to see me and my girlfriend together before we die," Flynn jokes.

Rustun raises his eyebrow, just as intrigued as I am, then plays along well, "Pauper, is he better in bed than your fiance?"

With a dead serious face I saw, "is that even a question? You can't get any better," and with that Flynn pulls me into a kiss, a hungry kiss that is broadcasted live. And so I unlock my left hand from his hair, and give the camera next to me not the middle finger, but my wedding ring finger, defacing it as I keep making out with Flynn Venustus.