The interviews were tonight. Cinna was dressing me up in a more subdued fire theme.

"I didn't have any of katniss's spunk though," I protested when I saw the long red dress, "maybe a water theme?"

"We already did fire at the tribute parade. I want people to see you, prim. And think of the injustice."

I looked in the mirror as he left my hair falling over my shoulders, long, blonde, so unlike Katniss.

Peeta and I were lead to wait for our interviews to start. We all lined on stage and sat down. The roar of the crowd was insane and overhwleming. Was this how katniss had felt? But she hadn't been on stage with twenty-three other victors. Ceaser Flickerman came out and started to speak to the crowd but it's like I could barely hear them. Peeta's hand accidently brushed against mine and I got goosebumps. I hated that feeling and I didn't understand why it was happening. The interviews started. I could barely pay attention. Gloss, Boggs, Finnick, Mags, Johanna, they all started to blur together as I sat there, my palms sweating, my heart racing. I had this wild urge to gab peeta's hand right there for some reason but I controlled myself.

Finally they called up Peeta. The crowd was silent, mostly because this was last year's victor.

Ceaser spoke, "So...peeta..."

"Here again, Ceaser." he said in a light tone, almost shrugging. He was a natural.

"You voluteered, peeta, can you tell us why?"

Peeta paused, then he spoke, "Because of Prim," he glanced aat the crowd and I felt the warmth heating up my face, get a grip Prim, "After...After Katniss helping me in the Games, it just didn't feel right to let her sister go in alone."

The crowd was murmering, they were soaking this up. They probably loved I got reaped. For a second I thought maybe it was fixed...but I couldn't dwell on it now.

"That was very nice of you, peeta."

Peeta shrugged, "Guess I am just destined to be in these games," he tried to joke and he smiled, "What can I say?"

The rest of his interview went by without mention of me. There was no delcaration of love, or anything of the sort.

Then Caeser was speaking and he was saying, "The only tribute from the districts not to be a victor, the sister of last years Katniss Everdeen...Primrose Everdeen." and I picked up the train of my dress and walked over to the stage, my knees shaking. I sat down. The crowd was freakishly silent. Could they hear my heart beating?

"Primrose Everdeen, you are the only tribute who is not a victor. How must that feel?"

"Terrifying." I said, and I wasn't sure if my voice was loud enough or not. I wasn't even sure if I was suppose to admit I was terrified but in that moment I was.

"I think we were all extremely shocked when your name came out of the reaping bowl this year, after your sister volutenteered for you last year in the games."

"I was too." I said, numb. I needed to get it together. I needed to do something to help further my own plan.

"What were you thinking?"

"I...I was thinking nothing. I just walked onto the stage." I admitted. This was going worse by the moment.

"And when Peeta volutneered?"

This was a moment to make an impression, to turn things around to get my plan going on peeta. My stomach did a little flip as I spoke.

"I knew he'd protect me." I said strongly, directly to the crowd.