Today we have our interviews. Lady made a dress for me, well duh. But her dress isn't just a 'dress'. It tells my story and exactly what district 7 is all about. It is brown, plain brown. A sleeveless dress that fits my body perfectly. But if you stare at it for along time you can see people, moving, dancing, fighting, cutting down trees. You can see forests with people running around and laughing. You can see couples and people working to survive. But you can see a girl in a street with a man holding her still by her hair, with a bloody butchers knife.
I smile so wide it actually hurt. Then it was time for make up and hair. My hair is pulled tightly back into a french braid. Lady puts leaves and sticks in my hair. Then she applies brown eyeshadow, mascara, eyeliner, and, of course, blush. I look in the mirror. I have the features of a living tree. My father told me a story about living trees. I will tell you guys later.
The make up made my eyes heavy. I wanted just to keep my eyes closed, but I can't because my eyes play a huge part in my outfit. I blink quickly, trying to get used to the fact there is a bunch of crap on my face. Don't worry it isn't real crap. Unless make up is made out of crap. And this time I have shoes! Shocker. The shoes are green ballet shoes that have ribbons wrapped around my legs.
I go to wait for my turn for the interview. Don't worry, I probably wont laugh or smile. People wear dresses and suits, all different colors and designs. But none are as great as mine. No, I am not self centered, most of the time. People wait, get called, work their magic, and then walk away. Glad that it is over. When it's my turn I don't even worry. I already got their favor, I just need their favor to grow.
"Now it's time for what you all have been waiting for! The girl who loves! The girl with a heartbreaking story! She is Esther!" Blue guy shouts to the crowd. Wait, how did he know about my story? I frown and walk on stage. Pretend to be sad that you will lose your boyfriend.
"Hello." I say with a, not even pretending to, quivering smile. He frowns and makes a awww sound to the crowd. Yep, feel guilty stuffed turkeys! "Esther! How have you been? Wait never mind! What we all want to know is how are you love birds doing?" He asks me, dripping with greed.
"We are managing. Doing the best we can to train so one of us can, at least, go home." I say with a true frown and sniffle a little. I resist to gulp. I gulp when I am extremely nervous.
"I bet you will go home. I can tell you will because I heard your dad trained you to fight when you were around 3?"
"Yep. Right after my mom and two of my many older siblings died."
"Oh, and how many siblings do you have right now?"
"Six older brothers and my dad." I do another quivering fake smile.
"Wow! Did you hear that! Six brothers? And your the only girl?"
"Yep. I had to teach myself to survive being a female."
"Well, how is it training with your boyfriend?"
"It has been...fun. Especially when I figured out that I practiced sword on easy mode." The crowd erupts with laughter.
"I bet. So, tell us about your dress. Plain brown?"
"It shows my story and what district 7 is all about. You can see many things that we do in district 7. Like dancing, fighting, and well we are lumber jacks."
"You dance? Do you mind showing us some moves." I freeze. I never danced in public before. Plus I only know ballroom dancing.
"Um, well you see...I don't dance in public. Or well, anywhere. So, sorry." I say gently to blue haired. He makes a huge frowney face to the crowd and then looks at his watch.
"Well, I'm sorry to say that Esther, our interview has to come to an end." The crowd awws and then I get up and before I leave I have to say one more thing.
"I might." And then I walk off stage and go to watch Jindal's interview.
Jindal's interview went sort of like mine. Blue hair asked him about me and how we met, and about home. He asked if Jindal can dance too. Then Jindal made a huge move. Something that surprised even me. He got up and said 'I'm going to do it! Right after this interview!', and of course blue hair asked him what he meant. And Jindal explained to blue hair what it meant, he was going to take me on a date.
A date? In the middle of preparation for the games? He is crazy. Yep, he lost his mine. We are all going to explode. Jindal walks off stage and pulls me into a kiss. When we manage to pull away I slap him. "You are crazy!" He just grins at me. Boys!
"I know. So...I manage to persuade Snow into letting us stay on the roof for the day, and take a walk through a garden during lunch hours." He exclaims. I just roll my eyes, even tho it did sound fun. Skip a day of training.
"That sounds sort of fun." I say to him and then lead him to our rooms. I'm done with the capitol for one day.
The nightmares come, but I didn't scream or cry. I don't want to wake up Jindal. So, I just simply just catch my breath and rock myself to sleep. No more dreams. Not tonight. Never again.
AN: Hey y'all! What's up baby goats? Sorry about never typing anymore. I barely get to go on the computer anymore. And sorry about the short chapter. Oh well, you will live. Anyway shocker? Should I do Jindal's POV? Pls tell me in a review. I badly want to do a chapter (or at least half a chapter) in Jindal's POV. So as the usual, Pls fav, follow, or review (COMMANDING YOU WITH MY MAGICAL POWERS)! I wont be posting a chapter every week as I'm guessing, so Sorry for long waits. Cya baby goats.