Chapter 5 The interviews

I've asked Haymitch to be coached alone from now. Katniss can't know my secret yet. I will tell her tomorrow, at the interview. Caesar asks about girlfriends almost every year. But until then, the secret is mine. I probably have to tell Haymitch when we practice for the real interviews. In the morning, Haymitch and I sit in the television room, and we practice at the interview. Haymitch is in good mood this morning, easy to talk too. He doesn't drink while we talk either. Haymitch acts like Caecar, asks me questions that I am supposed to answer as honest I can. "I think you have a different type of humor, the audience will probably love it" he says after an hour. My strategy is simple. I will charm the audience by be fun, but not be evil to someone. No one will get hurt of my jokes.

When we join Katniss and Effie at lunchtime, Katniss is irritated and isn't at the best mood. She eats the food quietly and she doesn't look at someone, just at her plate. Her dress is long, down too her feats.

After lunch, Effie joins me in my room, and he put a suit and black shoes out of the closet and she put it at the bed. The suit matches my eyes. "Well, put it on, then" she says and forces me to change clothes. Then we practice at posture while I am sitting and while I stand up. My posture is good and Effie seems to be content with me. "You're much more sympatric than the girl, Peeta. She don't like to do like I say. That girl is a real rebel." Effie tells me. I smile and answer, to defend Katniss "She is probably just nervous, she did never like to talk in front of people in school. And now she has to talk in front of whole Panem". Effie smiles and says "Well, Peeta. We're done for today".

I walk up at the roof, Cinna showed me some days before, and I showed this place to Katniss when she explained why she recognized the red haired Avoxgirl. Now I am alone. I like to just sit there and look at the city, alive down there at the streets. The garden smells good of flowers and I enjoy some time alone. I think about how to show the capital that they don't own me. I am my own, not their slave. I don't want to be a part of this games, no one wants to be except for the careers. But I am forced, to divert the capital. The people here enjoy watching children die. And they want us to look at it to, we see our children die every year. Even if the dead children don't matter to the capital, they do to someone out in the districts. Every child got a family and friends that care about them. We are forced to look at games, where people that we love die. It's so horrible. Evil. Life isn't fair, not in this world. Life might never be either.

I wake up another day, where I am in safety. I won't be tomorrow. Today is the big preparing of the interview tonight. Portia, June, Melvin and John help me to peeper myself. At afternoon, I've a black suit with decoration of flames.

Katniss joins us with a gorgeous dress; it looks like she burns when the dress moves. She looks like the most beautiful girl I've meet, and she is. It feels like I've felled in love with her once again.

The others interview is done fast. Katniss entered the scene, and right now she twirls and her dress catches fire once again. She looks wonderful, and I know that she is the love of my life. She talks about Prim, that she loves more than her own life. She proved it when she volunteered for her.

Then it's my turn to enter the scene. I joke, talk about the scary showers they got here in capital and asks Caesar to smell at me to find out if I smell like roses to him. The audience laughs and loves us. "Well Peeta, do you have a girl back home?" Caesar asks me. I shake my head, but he doesn't believe me. "Handsome lad like you. There must be some special girl. Come on. What's her name?" he says. I sigh and admit that it is a special girl back home. But she isn't at home. "Well, there is a girl. I've had a crush on her since I can remember. But I'm pretty sure she didn't know I was alive before the reaping." I tell him, and the rest of Panem. "She have another fellow?" Caesar asks. Well, maybe, if she and Gale are. But I am not sure. "I don't know, but a lot of boys like her" I tell him. "So here is what you do. You win, you go home. She can't turn you down then, eh?" says Caesar. If it was that simple, but it isn't, she came here with me so at least one of us will die, or maybe both. But I want her to win. "I don't think it's going to work out. Winning… won't help in my case," I answer. He answer me, mystified "Why ever not." I know that I blush, I am red like a tomato and answer "Because…because…. She came here with me." I look down at my feet and say good bye to Caesar.

I can't sleep. I sit at the roof again and hear that someone joins me. I hear a voice behind me, Katniss. "You should getting some sleep" she says. Yeah and what about you sweetheart and you don't? I want to replay, but I don't. I didn't want to miss the party. It's for us, after all" I replay. I can't sleep. To worry about the girl who is the reason that my hands hurts. Love her to much to be able to blame her. "Are they in costumes?"Well, this people is crazy, dress in the most crazy things, so I don't know. "Who could tell?" I just say. "With all the crazy clothes they wear here. Couldn't sleep, either?" "I couldn't turn my mind of" she answers me. She must think of her family. "Thinking about your family?" "No" she says, and she seems to feel guilt about it. "All I can do is wonder about tomorrow. Which is pointless." She looks at my hands and says "I really am sorry about your hands" she tells me. I understand her; I would be chocked if someone would tell me that she loves me in front of whole Panem. But I wouldn't be violent, the difference of me and Katniss. "It doesn't matter Katniss" I tell her. "I've never been a contender in these games anyway."

...

Hello again friends!

Hope u liked my new chapter of this fanfiction.

Remember to review, fallow and favorite! It would be an honor if some of you fallowed me. Review my mitakes, I learn grammar ect. if someone tell me my mistakes.

I could fallow u too, if you write "I fallow" in a review.

May the odds be ever in your favor! - Effie

Anonym Author