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I get up in the morning and realize that today's the day of the interviews. After three easy days of training and one of being prepared for my interview, today's the day.

And tommorrow we'll be in the Games, but I can't even think about that. I don't want to, either. Who would? They're stupid and horrible.

No, I'm not afraid. In fact, it's just stupid. Screw it. Screw the Capitol. Screw the world, because everything on it sucks.

Especially the people.

I flop down on the bed and lay there until Baily is pounding on the door and trying to unlock it, screaming at me that I need to get downstairs and get ready for my interview.

I don't remember much through getting dressed. I don't feel like giving up on my life, even though it's one of the worst possible.

They dress me in a dress thats like a tree trunk from my knees swirling up to my chest, where leaves flow out in every direction.

I hate it.

They curl my hair and put on my makeup and they force me backstage. I notice Katniss in her wedding dress, which is actually really beautiful. I walk over to her in my pretty little high heels and straighten her necklace, thinking of President Snow and how she can defy the Capitol with a handful of berries or a twirl of her dress. We've all been betrayed by this Quarter Quell.

The pearls are really pretty and I place it back down, now perfect.

"Make him pay for it, okay?" I say, and she nods.

I listen to the interviews preety intently to get more ideas for my interview. I tried to listen to Baily yesterday at training, but I wasn't. Not a lot, anyway, so I better get some good ideas.

Cashmere steps up first. "I just can't stop crying!" She wails, showing off her 'amazing' acting skills. "Whenever I think about the Capitol, I think about how much they're suffering because of the loss of all but one of us Victors!"

Gloss doesn't say he's been crying like Cashmere. "I'd like to thank all of the citizens of the Capitol. I remember when I got out of the Games, they refused to let me die, even though I was very close to it. And Cashmere, who get great medical care. Thank you for your kindness to us."

Beetee asks if the Quell has been fully examined by experts as of late, and I can't recall exactly what he says because it doesn't make sense.

Finnick recites a poem to his one true love, Annie. Although hundreds of people in the audience faint because they think it's about them. Has Finnick really slept with that many people?

I tune out District Five and hear part of the Morphlings interviews, but I only feel present when they call me up.

"Johanna Mason, of District Seven! It's been a long time since I've seen you," Caeser manages to say, although he's a little choked up.

"Yes, it's been quite a while since the 68th Games," I agree. "But I'd like to ask if something can't be done about the Quell." I stand up and walk to the end of the stage.

"The Creators of the Quarter Quell would have never guessed that all the Victors-" I gesture towards them with my hand. "-would form such a deep bond. No one could be so cruel as to sever it. Us Victors are like a family. We have each other. Spending weeks together stuck in the same room every year as mentors can really create an amazing friendship."

I take a deep breathe.

"So I'm asking, can't something be done about this Quell?"

I don't know what to say so I let my last sentence sink in.

Saved by the buzzer.

"Thank you," I say quickly and tap-tap out of the spotlight and back to my seat thankfully.

Cecelia barely talks at all and lets Caeser asks question. She then gives one word answers such as Yes and No. Woof doesn't seem to know what's going on.

Seeder, the Distrist 11 Victor, quietly talks about her home District and what they think about President Snow.

Chaff walks up and says, "Like Seeder said, we think Snow is very powerful. The Quell could be changed by the President if he really wanted to. He must not think it matters to anyone!"

The audience is a mess, weeping, screaming, collapsing on the ground. Seeing Katniss step up in her wedding dress makes the audience a wreck and they start calling for a change.

When Katniss spins, she catches on fire and smoke rises around her so you can barely see her. I stand up and lean forward immediatly with my mouth wide open, thinking nothing but What the hell is going on?