Disclaimer: Believe it or not, I still don't own the Hunger Games.

I did what she said. Yet, even with all the fancy tricks that I had executed during my session, I only managed to score a six. My brother had scored an eight. The Careers scored an average between eight and ten. Tannor and Blake scored nines. He was the one congratulated. Most of the others scored seven and below.

Glitch scored a ten. She was one of the best. Better than some of the Careers. I don't know how she did that, but she must have some secret. I'm still conflicting whether or not I should trust her in the arena. I might have to though. We had the interviews two nights after we received our scores.

I had sat in the corner while they coached Blake on which angle he should take in the interview. He was to be fierce, yet likeable. Those seemed pretty contradicting to me. My brother had just been likable. It was easy for him, since he naturally was. Once again, they weren't bothering with me. That was all I did that day. Watch them help him with his contradicting angle and ignore me. Oh yeah, and, try, hopefully, learn something in order to possibly not embarrass myself during the interview. In the end, I didn't learn anything. At this rate, it would be amazing if I even managed to pull off even one sponsor.

When I was sent to my stylist the next day, all he had was a black dress, and black leather sandals for me to wear. When I asked him what it had to do with my District, he said that it was black. Just like burnt wood.

He didn't do anything to my hair, so I put it up in a ponytail. He didn't have any makeup put on me. He either: didn't care, hated his job or hated me. I have a feeling it was a combination of all three. He gave me the dress to put on and then left.

The success of my interview would rest solely on my shoulders, and my abilities to please the crowd. I still didn't have an angle to play. So, I took a deep breath, and advanced to my demise. The only thing that is scarier than having to face twenty-three children trying to kill you; having to talk about yourself in front of cameras.

The guy who hosted the interview was sympathetic of the tributes. He honestly tried to help us out, though I'm not sure if that will be enough. His name is Augustus Flickerman. He has this creepy blood red hair and a matching suit. It reminded me of my death that was sure to come. Obviously dyed, though, no one had that color hair. Not even the tributes from District 5's hair were that shade of red. All the tributes sit in a semi-circle around the stage where we are interviewed, trying our best to smile, and have correct posture, even though more than half of us hated everyone in the room. The only ones that might like people in this room would be the Capitol's lap dogs, aka the Careers.

I sweep the circle looking for Glitch. And there she is. She looks beautiful. Her hair is all done up and she is wearing a green dress all encircled with brown rope that look like vine. If only I had her stylist. Maybe then I would look so amazing it wouldn't matter what I said. They must have started paying attention to her once she got that ten. She saw me staring and grinned. She waves. I turned down and looked at my feet, not wanting her to see how angry I was at her. How jealous I was that she was perfect. This was not fair.

District one was first, beginning with the girl, then the boy, and so on until District twelve. They all had angles to play. I tried to think of one while they interviewed the others, while I kept smiling and looking like I was paying attention. That was not easy. But they only had three minuets each. I was up before I knew it. Unfortunately for me, I still didn't have an angle to play. I could feel the pressure collecting in my head as I walked to the stage.

Augustus introduced me to the crowd. Then he started to interrogate me. I say interrogate, instead of interviewing, because interrogation is what happens before you die. "So, Glynn, what about the Capitol has impressed you most?"

I take a long pause before answering. The longer I took to answer the question, the less he could ask, and the less likely I was to say something wrong. Also, I needed to make sure that my answers didn't lead to more questions. I think back to the roof, where I had my conversation with Glitch "Um…the elevators I guess. They are really fast, and fun to ride." The audience laughs.

"Yeah, I know. Sometimes I take a whole day off just to ride the elevators." The audience laughs at that. Way to turn around a lame response, Augustus! "Have you ever tried jumping right before they lift up?"

"No."

"I won't tell you, but it is really fun, you should try." Would I get hurt if I do that?

"I will." I promise.

"So, what does it feel like to be the youngest competitor here? Do you feel intimidated?" Oh great, now onto serious matters. I knew this wouldn't be all fun and games.

"I guess no matter what the age, the fear of events or of the people that present them, depends on the individual themselves, not exactly the age of the tribute." Wow, that sounded more mature than I normally would answer…cool.

"Are you intimidated though?"

Wow. He really wanted me to answer that question. "No." He raised his eyebrow and waited for further explanation. When he realized that none was forthcoming, he continued.

"Do you think that any of the other tributes will count you out as a threat?" Um, it might just be me, but that seems like a question that you would ask to the other tributes, not to me.

"Probably all of them will. Though, it isn't really that smart to do that." Awe man, I realize after I answered I led a doorway to a whole new question. I should have just cut off at 'probably all of them will.'

"And, why is that?"

"Because you never know when someone has a secret that they are hiding." I wasn't thinking of myself when I said that, I was thinking of Glitch.

"So then, do you have some secret skill? Or some plan to keep you alive?" I think back to the training center.

"Um…even if I had a skill I wouldn't say what it was, due to the fact that my fellow tributes are sitting within hearing range of me, and that would mean that the skill is no longer 'secret'. And I do have a plan, a fool-proof plan." I hear a giggle from behind me; I've heard it enough by now to know who it belongs to. Just like Glitch with Tannor, my statement is total and complete lies, I have no clue what I'm going to do. My brain was throbbing inside my skull. Adrenalin was rushing through my body. I wanted to run. I wanted to hide, to get out of there now. I knew I couldn't though. I felt like a trapped animal. How much time is left?

"You seem very sure of yourself." Is that even a question? It seems more of a statement to me. I guess I'm to accept or deny his claims.

"I do? I'm actually terrified." That scores a big laugh from the audience. I guess that was the right thing to say. The longer they laugh, the less I have to say.

"Anyone routing for you back at home?" Touché subject. He really should have left that one alone. Didn't he know the tributes backgrounds? I was told that's how he formulates the questions. Maybe he wanted to get me to talk about Hayven and my mother.

"My dad, but he is probably planning my funeral at this moment." Another laugh, yet there was nothing funny about that. These people are sick. Augustus had a look realization on his face. As if he had just thought up a perfect question to reply to that.

"He doesn't think you stand a chance?" I don't think that was the question he was thinking of before though…it seems too simple.

"I don't think anyone does. I've always been small, and I'm not that strong. I am smarter than most though. So you shouldn't count me out yet." At least that was truth. No one in their right mind would expect me to make it pass the first hour, except maybe Glitch.

"I wouldn't even dream of it. Good luck." Yeah, because I'm sure you mean that, and you're not just saying that to look good on camera.

"Thank you." The bell rings.

"Ladies and Gentleman, Glynn Sail, District 9." Everyone applauds. I retreat back into the safety seat. It's all I can do not to sprint there. The throbbing in my brain sets aside once I sit back into my chair. It kind of creeps me out that Augustus knew that the bell was about to ring. Maybe he was counting the time in his head. Maybe he wanted to get over with this just as much as I did.

I still have no idea which angle I took. I don't pay attention to any of the other tributes until Glitch is up. Her dress flows behind her as she walks, making her look like she is surrounded by mist. She is playing the sly and elusive angle. She pulls it off flawlessly. Augustus asks her what makes her think she is going to win the game.

"I'm extremely clever, hard to trick and impossible to catch. I can survive through anything they throw at me." With that she looks toward the Gamemakers, as if she was challenging them to respond to her bold comment.

"Can you give us any hints of how you scored that ten? It's a really impressive score." Yes, do tell, Glitch.

"Thank you, but, no, I'm not supposed to speak of it. So my lips are sealed. You will just have to wait until the games to find out." That is a very elusive answer. I want to know how she got that score. I have a feeling the knives weren't the only thing that contributed.

The crowd loves her by the end. She is the favorite. She will have tons of sponsors lining up to help her win the games. My interview was a total and complete failure. Her Interview was a success. She could possibly be plotting my death in the arena, but she might be my only hope of survival in this game.

Ok. This is the shortest chapter so far. Oh, yeah, I wasn't joking when I was talking about jumping up once an elevator starts to move. You have to jump right before it starts to move though. Oh, and make sure no one you don't know is in the elevator. They might think you're crazy. Anyway, please Read&Review this chapter. I know I have only had this story posted three days, but I thought maybe one person would review at this point. It is making me quite sad. :'(