I have no life.. This is the fith chapter I've put up today... Well I guess it's ether this, or rant about something random in one of my many notebooks, this is much better. I'm sorry for any spelling and grammer errors, I know I stink but I try so that's what counts. PLEASE review! I REALLY would appercate it! Now, chapter 13

Chapter 13

Glimmer

"Are you sure about this Glimmer?" Cashmere asked.

I nodded, "Of course! Would I suggest it if I wasn't?"

She sighed, "I guess not. Go ahead. If you must." I squealed and headed over to where Diangelo was waiting for me. I ran my hands over the fabric he had brought. Instead of having my training session with Renee, I was going to be designing my interview dress. I already knew about proper manners and all that, thanks to my mother.

I picked out a peach colored fabric for the dress. I draped it around a manikin until I had the perfect design for me. No one knew me better than me.

It was a tight dress, with some sapphires here and there so we could stick to the whole gem theme. It was a shorter dress, not coming below mid thigh. All in all, I did an amazing job on designing my first dress. If I got out of that arena I knew exactly what my talent would be.

"Good, you're ready to go now," Diangelo told me.

"Not yet she's not," Cashmere interfered. "You need an angle for the interview."

"And that will be?"

Cashmere shot me a look that I interpreted into really? Just think for a second and you'll figure it out. So I did, and I still came up with nothing.

"I'm still confused."

She let out an exasperated sigh, "Why are you popular in your district? Play up the crow, flirt all you want. You get the picture."

"Ohhhhh! Now I get it!"

"Took you long enough," Marvel said. I didn't even notice him sneak in. I turned around and saw he was just entering the room from the hall, there's no way he could have heard me.

"Are you two ready to go? We have to be at the stage in about two minutes," Renee told us.

"Good luck," Gloss and Cashmere called after us.

Marvel was wearing a blue suit and blue pants, very creative.

Renee showed us to where everyone was gathered, behind the stage. We walked up to the front of the line, expecting to see Cato and Clove waiting for us. They weren't there.

"Where are they?" I asked Marvel, they were usually early, not late.

"Over there," he replied, pointing to the back of the line of tributes. They were talking to the Fire Girl.

The girl was cowering in the corner, looking to the boy for support. He just stood there and stared off into the distance. Fire Girl looked scared to death of them, serves her right for beating their scores. That was probably the stupidest thing she's ever done. They turned and headed over to us when they were done talking to her.

"She's gone, out of the alliance," Clove told us once they had gotten over to us. She was wearing a silver dress that in every way resembled a knife. When she walked, it looked like knives were flying out of the dress. Brilliant craftsman ship, and put on the perfect person as well. Cato was wearing a completely black suit.

"Why?" I asked.

Clove, Marvel, and Cato all looked at me like I was crazy.

"She beat Cato and Clove's training scores," Odyssey called to me.

"That's not the first time today she's been slow to catch onto something," Marvel muttered. I shot him a look and was about to retort, but the anthem started blaring. I was the first to go onto the stage because for the interviews, it went girl boy, girl boy. I saw Cato and Clove exchange a huge smile, they knew something, something we didn't.

I walked onto the stage and headed to the farthest seat. The seats circled around the stage. Then I saw the floor in front in the front of the stage.

Words, written on the floor of the stage. They were all gory in some form or fashion, it was beautiful, really. Once you got past the fact that it was probably written in blood. I noticed that five words stuck out above all the others. Once I read them, I had a pretty good idea of who had written them. You will die Fire Girl. The whole thing now had Cato and Clove written all over it, no wonder they had shared a huge smile. I heard a gasp behind me and turned to see Fire Girl with her mouth hanging open. Personally, I thought she got what she deserved.

"Glimmer Jaberwok," Caesar called form his seat in the center of the stage. I plastered on a huge smile, and headed up to join him. He shook my hand and I sat down in the chair across from him.

"So Glimmer, how do you like the capital?" he asked.

"Good, but it's missing something," I replied.

"And what might that be?"

"Some where to hang out, there's no where here where everyone isn't watching."

He nodded, "I see. So what weapons do you use?"

"A bow."

"Are you any good?"

"Let my score speak for itself."

"So your dress, did your stylist make it? It's really beautiful."

"Oh no Caesar, I made it myself. I know what kind of dresses fit me the best, as you can see."

"Ah yes, I can see."

The crowd got a kick out of that. "Have you made any new friends here?" he asked.

My first thought was Clove, but she still obviously didn't like me, yet. My second thought was Marvel, but he still teased me.

"Not really, no. I'm looking forward to seeing my friends again at home; they defiantly know how to throw a party."

Throw a party? Where did that come from? I decided this was officially not going very well at all.

"Can we see you twirl in that gorgeous gown of yours?"

"Of course, why would I ever say no?"

I got out of my seat and twirled in my dress. It was low cut, so it didn't do much except show off my legs some more. Then I got it, thanks Caesar.

The buzzer sounded and I went back to my seat; that was a complete fail. I tuned Marvel's interview out, I didn't need to watch him do way better than me.

"Clove Jarman," he called. This was about to get interesting.

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