I don't own The Hunger Games.
Ch 5
I never wanted to be so close to fire. When Portia told me her plan for me and Katniss to be lit on fire during the ceremonies, I was s shocked…and terrified, but it really didn't hurt at all. It's amazing what these capital stylists can do. I look at Katniss in her beautiful flame outfit, the girl on fire, that's what she is. We are back stage about to go out and represent our district. This is a crucial part to our survival, because if we impress them, we will get sponsors, and sponsors mean that you life in the arena is a lot easier. I glance at Haymitch and he motions for me to grab katniss hand. She notices it to and grasps my hand firmly. Her hand is warm, but rough and worn. I always imagined this scenario in my head of the first time me and Katniss would hold hands. I look back on doing that and laugh, because in all of my scenarios, we were never about to face death in the arena.
We exit the carriage that we have been sitting in as we rode to the ceremonies. When we get out we are met by the screams of excitement by thousands of capital fans. On the big monitor we look amazing. Katniss is the picture of perfection; she is the most beautiful girl I have ever seen, and the capitol seems to agree.
"Are you ready?" I whisper to Katniss.
"No." she replies, and we walk past all the fans.
After all of the districts are introduced they give a speech about The Hunger Games, and the dark Days. We eat the delicious gourmet meal that was prepared for us. It's amazing how fancy all the capital food is. Back home in District 12 our food is never this good. My diet there consists of mostly stale or burnt bread. I look at Katniss. She seems to be enjoying the food as much as I am.
After the ceremonies, and the meal we ride back to the training center where we are staying. Haymitch told us that we need to get our rest tonight, because tomorrow we rehearse for eight hours for the interview. The interview is an important part of getting sponsors. It gives the people a chance to see your personality, gives them a chance to see if they want to help you live in the arena. When we get back to the training center I collapse into bed wondering what the next day will hold.
"Boy if you're not up in the next five seconds…" Haymitch cuts off there leaving my imagination to run wild with thoughts of what he would have done. I sit up and glare at him.
"Come on. Get out of bed it's time to start working on what your angle for the interview is." I get out of bed and get dressed. After that Haymitch leads us into a room with big couches and tells me to sit.
"So what's your angle?" he asks seriously.
"I don't know. Can't I just be myself?" I ask.
"That might be good…" he contemplates. "If you can through in something big, something that will make them all remembers you." I think it over, what is the one thing that will shock everyone… that's easy, I'm in love with katniss, my fellow tribute. That would make the sponsors like not only me, but here as well; maybe get her more sponsors, which would help me keep her alive.
"I'm in love with katniss." I say after few moments of awkward silence. A huge smile spreads across his face.
"I think we just found our big surprise."