District 4: Dory Krillgood (13) Pov-

Elevators don't move sideways. They don't rocket downward so fast that you feel like throwing up. I'm most definitely not in an elevator.

I hold up my blue dress to keep it from dragging as I step out of the elevator into the backstage area of Caesar Flickerman's studio. Small stations are set up on the perimeter of the room. A tribute stands at each station, their stylists all patting on their makeup or smoothing out their costumes.

"What took you so long?"

I turn with a start. My stylist Silvera stands there, no doubt frustrated at my late arrival.

"I just felt a little sick," I reply.

"Never mind." Silvera flicks on the light, illuminating the mirror and the cosmetics sprinkled over the countertop. While she applies my makeup, Jace starts rubbing down my nails with a file. I get the distinct impression that I'm some celebrity about to go on a reality television show. The thing is, I pretty much am.

As I look at myself in the mirror, moving at my stylists' commands, I can't help but feel a little bummed. I haven't made a single ally since the games started, and I've flirted with half of the boys in the training center.

My eyes glance to the right, landing on the two District 7 tributes—what are their names? Erik and Cerise? It must feel great to have a companion at this point; the more I watch them, the more lonely I feel.

District 8: Caden Yarnn (16) Pov-

"Good evening, ladies and—no, more cheerful!" Caesar scolds himself.

I smile, pressing my ear harder against the door. I'm not usually one to eavesdrop, but there's something distinctly satisfying about breaking the rules. Especially considering that I'll probably be dead in the next week.

Caesar begins to push open the door of his practice room, and I dance out of the way. I duck down behind a rack of props just in time.

"There you are! I've been looking for you!" Lacey shouts. The woman whose face holds enough makeup to paint a house grabs me by my neck like a kitten and pulls me to my feet. "We have to get these cuff links on you."

"Why do you have a right to tell me what I've got to do?" I snap, a newfound anger and confidence finding its way into me.

"I'm your stylist, Caden!" Lacey shouts back. "That means I can tell you what to do. Now hold out your sleeve."

"Fine."

As she adds the cuff links, spite burbles inside of me. I know it isn't sensible to be so mad at this one lady, especially considering she has the same name as my sister, but—no, I have to stop thinking about my sister. Thinking about my life back in 8 just hurts.

The people running around the dressing room get faster and faster as the timer gets closer to zero. All of the windows are open to let in the breezes from outside, but I'm sure the air is moving around inside far more given how panicked everyone is.

I just hope I can make my last few days count, whatever happens.

District 10: Mavvi Levist (17) Pov-

I tap Luc twice on the shoulder. He turns around and faces me.

"Are you nervous?" I sign. Over the last few days, I've taught him a few words in sign language so that we can communicate. We rarely get to talk to each other because we're from separate districts. Shame, because he really is a good friend.

"No," he answers. "I'll just act… cold."

A laugh of realization tumbles from my lips. I never taught him the sign for the word "cool."

"You mean 'C-O-O-L'" I spell out.

Luc laughs. "Yes. C-O-O-L."

Another tribute steps onto stage, and we all move forward in line one space. My stomach flips with nervousness. My prep team has been insisting since the train ride that I act funny, but that's more than a little difficult when you're deaf like I am. And even if I could speak well I would never give the Capitol that satisfaction.

I suppose I can stand out in a different way than by acting funny. I don't want to act rebellious (that's a sure way to sign my death warrant)—I just want to show the Capitol that there's a part of me that they can't control.

Luc steps onto stage, and I'm left at the front of the line. My interview is next.

I take a deep breath, rehearsing what I'll say in my mind.

I hope this was a fun mini-chapter! Sorry there hasn't been an update in a while. I'm going to divide the interviews into three chapters, with eight tributes in each one. So all 24 kids will have their interview shown or at least summarized. Also, for those curious, there are six chapters remaining until the games begin: three chapters of interviews, the night before the games, inside the launch rooms, and one other surprise chapter which shall remain secret for now :D

Question 1: What color is Dory's dress?

Question 2: What is the name of Caden's stylist?