I'm trying to make the chapters as short as possible. This is the interview chapter. Enjoy! please R&R

'Hello! I'm Persephone, your stylist.'

I stand naked in front of a capitol lady with strange purple skin and teased blue hair. For the last two hours I have been waxed, bathed, manicured, and scrubbed and anything else you can think of to make me look "beautiful". It's ridiculous. I don't want to look like someone from the capitol. Persephone circles me. Other than her appearance she seems like a decent person – well compared to my weird prep team.

'Okay! I'm going to dye the ends of your hair in all different colours. Don't worry it will wash out!'

She puts a smock over my naked body and paints colour on the tips of my honey blonde hair. Then she unzips a plastic case and pulls out an outfit. She puts on stripy, knee-high socks with bright colours that match my hair. She then puts me into a stripy, formal, tunic. It's so short it barely covers my butt. I look in the mirror. I actually look better than I thought I would. My hair is curled and the ends look amazing. 'All I have to do now is your make-up!'

I stand next to Lilac and Ellick backstage. Even from here you can't miss the excited buzz of the audience. Because there was no chariot parade this year, this is their first time meeting us. I think of my Mom and brothers back home. They're probably dying of nervousness. I wonder if they were happy about my score… 'You got a six!' Lilac says as if reading my mind.

'Yeah, at least it's a guarantee that we won't have pursuers. ' I answer. Then we hear the show start.

'Ladies and Gentlemen, your host Caesar Flickerman!' The people backstage instruct us to file into line in order of districts. I am suddenly scared. I don't know what's worse. This interview or being killed in the 39th hunger games. Missie gave me an hour of interview preparation on how I should walk and what I should say. But I really can't remember any of it. I see Ellick, a few people in front of me. He actually looks hot in his pants and suspenders. Then I hear the audience clap as Sequoia, the first tribute walks on. I close my eyes and imagine my Dad. At least he's dead. It would have broken his heart to watch me die in the hunger games. 'Um…excuse me.'Quenton from 11 nudges me.

'Get ready; I think you're on next.' The buzzer sounds. Vollon from 9 walks off. I step out onto the stage. I freeze. A huge crowd of silent faces stares down at me. My legs are shaking. The lights burn my eyes. I try to move, I try to breath. But I can't. Everything goes black.

'Wake up honey!' A someone yells in my face. I feel terribly unusual. I'm sitting in a chair in strange clothes, propped up with lots of pillows.

'And we're on in 5, 4,3,2…'

Where am I? Oh that's right! I fainted before my interview.

'Hi Carabelle!' Oh, it's Caesar. I look straight ahead. The crowd is still staring down at me. I see the other tributes in the front row. The careers are smirking. Ellick and Lilac look sympathetic.

'Hi Caeser!'

'We're doing your interview now. How do you feel?' I try to think of something to say.

'Urr…well I've been feeling sick all day. But I don't feel too bad right now.'

He asks questions about my family and district 10. I answer all the questions without giving away too much. Finally he wishes me good luck and the buzzer sounds.

'I still can't believe you fainted!' Missie yells as we walk in the door of the apartment.

'I could die tomorrow Missie and all you're worried about is the fact that I fainted in my interview.'

'Enough!' Petra yells over the top of us. 'Carabelle go to bed and try to sleep! Missie, do whatever you have to do to prepare for tomorrow.'

I storm into the room and slam the door. I get into bed without undressing. Then I realise this may be the last sleep I ever have.

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