Woot Woot! There is a spanish edition of the Hunger Games in my school library!

Fang POV

"Ig, your tie is on wrong." I said.

Iggy furrowed his brow and felt his bow tie. Iggy was wearing a white tux with a baby blue bow tie. (A/N: If you watch My Babysitter's a Vampire, it looks like Benny's tux in ReVamped!) I smiled inwardly and helped him fix it.

Peeta POV

I stood watching Fang help Iggy fix his tie. They were unaturally tall, and their so-called sister said she could read minds. Wierd, right? Anyway, I can't wait to see Katniss. If Cinna designed it, I bet it's going to be prettier than the last two. I had no one to talk to, because Fang, Iggy, and Gazzy are in group, Harry and Ron are in a group, and Percy and David are talking animatedly about something. So I sat down on a wooden stool. I bet the girls where still getting plastered with makeup, not that Katniss doesn't look good when she looks like she was just in the woods. Portia was fussing over David, saying that he looked like he grew up in a cave.

"You're not that far off you know," He said.

Portia grimaced. "What is that supossed to mean?"

"The first time I saw a city was when I was 18."

"What?" Portia said in an obvious Capitol accent.

David just did a facepalm.

A man with a walkie-talkie came out into the off-stage area. "You're going on in 5."

Katniss POV

I hate this. Cinna has to attend to the other tributes, not just me, so I found myself next to one of the girls with wings on a wooden bench.

"So," She said.

"So," I repeated.

"Is this all real? I have a family to protect, you know" Max asked, her tone icy.

I sighed, and adjusted my wedding ring. "Yes, it is. And if you think you're the only one with a family to protect, think again. I have a husband!"

Max looked at the floor. "Yeah, sorry."

Just then Effie, much to happily trotted over. "Your'e on in 5! Break a leg!"

"WELCOME, welcome." Ceaser Flickerman announced. He had dyed his hair mustard yellow this year. The joyous screams of the crowd momentarily took over, but Ceaser silenced them by continuing. "Today is a very special day! Our tributes are fresh and new, some aren't even from Panem!" The crowd laughed stupidly. "Shall we start interveiwing?" He was answered defeaning screams of 'YES!' "Alright, first up is Miss Hermione Granger." Hermione shakily stood, and nervously took her place in the interveiw chair.

"Hi." Hermione said timidly.

Ceasar laughed. "Oh Hermione, no need to be scared."

Hermione smiled and nodded.

"So, what do you think of the Captiol?" He asked.

Hermione took a deep breath. "Well, it's very different from Britain. The colors here are much brighter, that's for sure." The crowd laughed and cheered, and Hermione sat back with a gratified smile.

"Who designed your dress?" Ceasar said curiously.

"Cinna." Hermione beamed. She stood to show off her dress.

Ceasar clapped gracefully. "Beautiful! Well, it looks like we're out of time. Good luck Hermione, and up next is Ron Weasly."

Hermione walked confidently past Ron, and gave him a pat on the shoulder. Ron sat in the interveiw chair, and confusedly looked at Ceasar. "Someone told me that they dye your a different color every year."

Laughter filled the room, and Ceasar nodded. "They've been doing this since I started. Pretty wild, I know." He said, patting his mustard hair.

"Ron, we've heard that you and Hermione are engaged. Are you worried about hern safety in the games?" Ceasar asked solemly. Hermione blushed darkly and averted her eyes from the gaping crowd.

Ron frowned. "Well, Hermione is the smartest person I know. So really, she should be the one worrying about me." The crowd 'Awed' passionately.

"My, you are a lucky girl, Hermione." said Ceasar.

Bloody Hell, this is embarrassing Ron thought.

I know right? A voice of a small girl said in his head.

Huh?

Oh, hey. It's Angel.

Okay...

"Okay! Time's up! Next we'll be talking to Harry Potter..."

Ron got up and quickly strode back to his seat. Harry stood, straighted his tie, and walked foreward.

Ceasar got right down to buisness. "So Harry, I hear were you come from they call you 'The Choosen One' or 'The Boy Who lived'. How does this effect your game playing?"

Harry thought for a moment. "I guess I'll just use whatever comes to me. I've had a lot of practice with survival over the years, so I think I can get pretty far in the game."

"Do you have girl back in England? Surely you do..."

"Yeah, I do. Actually, it's Ron's younger sister." Harry said after a glance at Ron.

Ceasar and the crowd gasped. "Does Ron know about this?"

"Well, yeah."

Ron nodded from his seat.

"Why isn't that adorable. I hope you get through the games for your girl, Harry. Oh, and good luck. Next we will be moving on to Tally Youngblood..."

Tally rose, looking as intimidating as ever, and walked to the interveiw chair.

"Tally, if you don't mind my asking, are you surgically enhanced?" Ceasar asked curiously.

"Yes, actually I've been surgically enhanced twice. Well, three times if you count my brain cure."

Ceasar crinkled his botoxed-eyebrows. "Brain Cure?"

"Oh, where I'm from it used to be when you became Pretty when you where 16, they'd basically make a black hole in your brain. I cured myself, no pill needed."

The crowd was still confused. "I don't think I'm following you, Tally." Ceasar frowned.

"Where I'm from, we used get surgeries to make us Pretty. Or Special. Or if we didn't get surges at all, we had to run away."

Ceasar still looked lost, but smiled all the same. "Um, thank you Tally, for that...for that wonderful insight on your past."

Smirking slightly, Tally walked back to her seat.

"Now it's time for Shay!" (A/N: I can't remember Shay's last name...) Ceasar said happily, obviously forgetting his momentary confusion. Shay walked to the front, with an intimidating smile on her face.

Ceasar clapped his hands. "Shay, are have the same look as Tally, did you go through the same thing she did?"

"Well sort of. I had a lot more pain though." She said, not looking as intimidating.

Ceasar frowned. "What do you mean?"

Shay sighed. "I was a Cutter. I was in this group that thought that cutting was 'The Cure'."Tally looked down at her scarred palm, then looked at Shay. Shay glanced over her shoulder, at Tally. "And I got my best friend in on it too."

"Does your...um...past effect you plans for the games?" Ceasar asked.

Shay smirked. "All I know is that I'm going to win."

"Well! Thank you for your time Shay!" Ceasar beamed, "Next we will be interviewing David (A/N: I don't know David's last name either...)."

Shay shook her hair back and walked to her seat. David took one last nervous glance at the camera equiptment, then walked to the interviewing seat.

"Hey." David said uncomfortably.

Ceasar dove right in. "How do you know Tally and Shay, David?"

"Well, I first met Shay when she was hoverboarding in the Rusty Ruins with some old friends. Then, she came to The Smoke, my old home before the Specials burnt it to the ground, and Tally chased her down. It's been a game of tag with us, ever since we met."

Ceasar laughed. "You and your friends sure have complicated lives."

"Mine is almost worse. I'm still not used to the whole 'Civilized community' thing." David said with a chuckle.

"Alright, it seems we are out of time, but thank you for being here David." Ceasar announced. "Next we will meet Percy Jackson, Son of Posiedon"

Percy let go of Annabeth's hand and stood. David walked a little more confidently back to his seat, not even giving one glance at the cameras. When Percy passed David, he gave Percy a reassuring smile that said 'Your ADHD self will do fine.' Percy's face looked much less nervous when he sat down next to Ceasar. "Hi."

"Hi Percy. Son of a god, Eh?" Ceasar said jovially.

Percy blushed a little. "Yep, that's me! My dad is the god of the Sea, nothing too amazing about that." At this, the crowd burst into laughter. "Really, being a Demigod isn't what you think. We come with plenty of learning disabilities, like Dyslexia (A/N: Is that spelled correctly?) and ADHD."

Ceasar was still in awe. "So you're half human. Amazing. I think everyone would agree?" The crowd cheered in response, which only caused Percy to blush more.

"I'm not the only one, there are so many more Halfbloods, just in America." Percy added.

In the backround, Hermione looked as if her head would explode. "I read about Demigods in a book when I was a Third-Year!" she whispered to Harry and Ron. 'Of course she's read about that in a book' They thought in unison.

"You know Annabeth is a Demi-"

"Ah-Ah-Ah, Let's save that for Annabeth's interveiw, shall we? Speaking of Annabeth, it's time for her interveiw." Ceasar interjected. "Thanks Percy, and I look forward to seeing you in the Games"

Percy sighed and switched places with Annabeth.

"Would you like to start were we left off?" Ceasar asked Annabeth.

"Sure."

Ceasar smiled. "So, as Percy almost gave away a few minutes ago, you are a Demigod also, right?"

"Yep, daughter of Athena," Annabeth smirked proudly, "Godess of battle strategy."

"I bet you'll do well in the games with that advantage. Don't get to arrogant!" Ceasar warned.

"I think Percy would kill me if I thought I was better than everyone else."

Ceasar raised his eyebrows. "Don't test you luck!" He said with a nervous laugh.

"I won't!"

Ceasar frowned slightly at Annabeth then turned to the audience. "We'll be back in 5 minutes with Gazzy!"

OH MY GOD THIS IS LONG! Sorry for making you wait. Don't kill me! Just this chapter alone is almost 2,000 words long. That's like, longer than entire stories I've written! Bet you guys are excited for the Catching Fire movie premiere-November 2013, isn't it? So ummmm, like yeah. Tickle that reveiw button! (you know, maybe it's ticklish!(: )