I wake up, and it's at least 11:00 in the morning. Wow, I really slept in. I slip out of my room in my deep purple nightgown, and sneak down the stairs.
"You've finally gotten up! This is the last day I'll ever see you untill the games are over." Aquamarine says.
"Sorry, you know, *yawn*, I was very sleepy." I answer.
"Well, if your like this every morning, I'll have to get a sponsor to send a few weeks worth of coffee." She muses. That gets me wide awake. I remember when I was little, and my mother and father were celebrating their anniversary with coffee. When my mom was looking for my big brother, I drank a small sip, a sip that was horribly bitter.
"You know, I think I'll pass on that." I say, and she cracks up. Might as well have a little fun before my life is ruined, right?
I sit at the table, and grab a crepe off of a plate. Looks like they're giving us really good food on my last full day at the Capitol.
I stuff it up with some strawberries and chocolate sauce, and savour every last bite, and feel as if it is melting in my mouth. I decide not to eat too much, and shuffle back upstairs into a nice pair of pants and T-Shirt.
I know that today I'll meet Min again, so I don't bother to button my shirt up all the way. After I practice in a pair of high heels, Aquamarine and I decide who I'll "be", and end up with happy confident, and that in the middle of my interview, to wipe off the make up covering my scar, so that people know what I truly look like, and they can take the "Before" and "After" pictures, and the only reason that I tell my friend this is because I don't want to hurt her, because I know it will just about kill her if I say that I'll die.
After most of the day has gone by, I meet my fashion team in an interview dressing room. I see that the crew has made a ruby red dress, with black slippers. Before I go out on the interview table with the pin on and my hair down, Min walks up, and wipes the make up off of my scar.
"Go as yourself. You have nothing to hide from the Capitol. He says. I look in the mirror before I go out on set. I look radiant, and my scarlet scar doesn't look bad with it.
I walk by, and see Caesar. He's only six years older than I, and has a bright purple suit, with make up and hair that matches.
I hear a camera man say, "We're on in 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1- we're on." Right on Que, Caesar grins.
"Hello people of Panem, I'm glad you can join us. Here we have the 46 tributes of the twenty fifth annual hunger games. Here, we will interview every single one of those kids to know a little bit more about them for the games! First, we have Emerald Jones!" He announces.
I smile and walk up to the seat next to Caesar, and prepare for any questions.
"So, first of all, everybody wants to know how you got that scar?" He asks. I blush. What could I do! I can't just say that I was training, because that's illeagal!
"Well, when I was seven, I was curious if knives really were sharp enough to cut somebody, so I took one of my mother's kitchen knives, and tested it out. I found out that knives hurt that day." I say.
"Wow, any way, they would also like to know-" The rest of my three minute interview went something like that, as did the other forty five tributes. The same boring old questions. After the nxt two hours are up, I'm allowed to go back to my quarters.
I take off my dress, and put on the same pajamas as I had been wearing for the last week, and think about how homesick I am, and how much I miss home- yet another reason I have to win. Throughout the whole night, my dreams are filled of nightmares of people dying by my hand, and visions of grousome ways that I might die in the games. Why didn't I run away when I was little? Why?