After a very quick and delicious meal, Kenny and I walked to the room where I first met him. He motioned me to sit on one of the stools and all the other stylists came in and they pampered me with all those oils and such. They gave me a brown ruffled skirt and a brown one strand shirt. My hair was curled like my skirt and I recognized I was plain dirt. I sighed, causing Kenny to take notice of me.

"Sh, relax yourself." Kenny whispered.

"It's not that I'm nervous, it's just that how come I'm the plain one?" I asked.

He thought for a moment, "Because your personality settles for everything."

I shook my head, he didn't get it. Nobody did. I was the one in the shade, Miley is the tomboy one, and Arada is the smart one. I'm just a nobody. He walked me to the backstage, where he departed for his seat in the front. I located Arada and Miley, and walked to them. Miley took noticed of me, while Arada was chewing on her nails furiously.

"Calm down," I said, "I checked the schedule and it said I was going first."

"Then what position am I?" Miley asked.

"Um, last, I think." I replied. I heard Miley groan, but I would change spots with her anytime. I was trembling in fact. I kept it all concealed with a smile though. I heard my name get called, and I stood, "Well, wish me luck!" I entered the stage and sat down with Caesar.

''Ah, the most famous Jean!" He cried.

"Ah, the most famous Caesar!" I cried back, "Really, you're more famous than I am."

"I believe you are right, but last night, you were stunning!"

"And what about right now?"

"Hmm, I believe you are still stunning!"

"I see, well Caesar, I do not like being questioned, so is it alright if I ask you some questions instead?"

"Well, there's nothing to ask since I'm an open book! But we could do this, you ask a question, I answer, I ask a question, you answer, all right?"

"Okay then, Caesar, if you could be in the Hunger Games, would you think you'll win?"

"I could never be in the Hunger Games! Jean, your score of 10, would you mind telling us what you did?"

"No, Caesar, if you were in another District, what District would you be in?"

"I don't know, Jean, what are you going to do in the Hunger Games?"

"Oh the usual. Caesar, do you think I'll win?"

"Ah time is up!"

"Wait, what about my question?" I asked, but he made a sign for me to go backstage. I frowned, but smiled one last time as I turned. I heard Caesar barely whisper, "No, I don't think so." before putting on that show smile again.

I saw Jean stomp as she sat with us.

"How did it go?" I asked.

"Horrible! He kept on dodging my questions!"

"Well, from what I saw," Miley started, "You were too."

"Guys, I'm next!" I panicked, "What should I say, what should I do-"

"Go! They called your name!" Miley shooed me away, and I was faced with a huge crowd.

"Arada Arada! Sit down!" Caesar beckoned.

I nimbly sat down and straightened my frilly green with a brown layer underneath skirt. I had on a green shirt with a brown vest. I straightened that too. "So Caesar! It's my honor to meet you!" I said, I figured I would go with a stubborn girly girl.

"And it's my honor to meet you, too. Now, Arada, would you mind if I asked you some questions?" He asked.

"Not at all!" I faked a smile, and for a second, I thought I was going to puke.

"Well, a 3.5, this is the first time anybody got a decimal in there! Would you tell us what you did?" In my head, I translated, 3.5! Who ever got such a low score!

I said, "It's not that I don't mind, Caesar, but if I told you, it won't be a secret anymore!"

"I see, I see, you're right of course, you're defiantly right, but do you have any strategy or plan in what to do in the Hunger Games?" Do you know how you're going to die?

"Oh, I'm going to do what they expect me to do and such. I just can't wait to climb those trees!"

"Well, I bet when you get on that battle field, you would be amazed!" When you first step out, I bet you'll die!

"Oh well, everything's new this year!" I flashed him a smile, stood up, waved, "Well, wish me luck!" and went backstage. I finished my interview 15 seconds earlier.

"Oh no, it's my turn." I groaned. Arada came through the curtains, while Jean jumped up.

"Arada! That's a dangerous way you're taking it! And your interview is not done until another 15 seconds!" She practically yelled.

"Don't worry! It will give some time for Miley to adjust her speech."

I glared at her, and continued walking in a circle. I heard my name get called, and not for the last time, I thought I really hate that Caesar guy. I walked to the front where I was greeted with a yell. I saluted, and that made them scream even more. I sat next to Caesar, where he flashed me a smile.

"Ah! Miley! I can't believe how great it is to finally meet you!"

"And I can't believe how annoying you are." I mumbled.

"Excuse me? I don't think I catch what you are saying." He cupped his ears and I faked a smile.

"Oh, I just said how wonderful your audience are!" and how you aren't!

"Well, we give the best of them for the best tribute!"

"Oh, so I'm the best of Arada and Jean?"

"Well, yes! There were rumors that you were suppose to get an eleven, but would you mind telling us what you did?"

"Sure, I did some stuff." I gave him a grin.

"Ah, well, anything else?"

"And the usual."

"Nothing else?"

"Maybe." I was fully aware that our conversation was getting shorter and shorter, and I think he was aware of it too.

"Well, next question then-"

"Wait, I'm being questioned?"

"Yes, that's how the usual go and-"

"But I don't want to be questioned."

"Ah, well, what do you want to do?"

Again, I mumbled, "Kill you."

"I'm sorry, but you have such a soft voice! Would you mind repeating that?"

"Oh, I said I wish I had my bow so I could show you what I can do!"

"Don't you mean what you did?"

"Sure, that too." Honestly, I wanted to shoot an arrow at his heart, but that wouldn't make the Capitol think nice of me, would it?

Caesar began. "Ah well, I do believe your time is up and-"

"Well, thank you for this time! Chow!" I jumped, gave a wave, and ran backstage.