I got called up later by my stylist. I couldn't not think about the ridiculous suit he might make me wear this time. Thankfully, he decided that this time I should only focus on my personality and on actually being me, so he made me wear this normal cowboy suit, common in District 10. Only the cowboy hat had this small antlers implanted, with these kind of small feathers hanging from them. Well, it was better than being a satyr.

And to the waiting room I went again. It sucked to be from one of the last Districts. Why don't they start by Twelve instead of One? I watched as the blonde career - Earl, - stepped on stage. He seemed to be pretty intelligent, for a Career. He knew how to use his words. Now the girl from his District, was completely hysterical and annoying. Artair, the career from 2, was also pretty cunning, or at least seemed so. The girl was pretty charismatic, but kinda dumb. The Tributes from Three, smart as always. Muscles, zero. Atlas was the opposite - he was a really, big guy. Strong and charismatic, but seemed pretty dumb. The girl was a complete princess. Beautiful, well-behaved, kind. I kinda felt sorry for her.

I couldn't afford to pay attention to the other Tributes. The enterviews were just... boring. And kinda ridiculous. I did pay attention to this guy from Eight, Barvon - he seemed so... weird. I dunno, but I could see this kind of evilness in his eyes. I told myself to be careful about him... and about everyone else, really. But man. There was something wrong about that guy.

The girl from Nine finally returned and I could hear the interviewer saying, "Now lets welcome our beloved Atticus Fletch, from District 10!" and the crowd cheered. Beloved, really?

I arrived at the stage with a crooked smile. The crowd seemed so... restless. They were cheering, screaming, saying my name as if I were that important. I kinda fell weird about it, but I can't deny I was loving all the attention.

I greeted the interviewer, still smiling.

- Oh, my! I can't believe I'm finally interviewing the famous Atticus Fletch! - he said.

- Famous? - I replied, with a laugh. - I wouldn't consider myself as that.

- I don't think they have the same oppinion... - the interviewer continued, pointing at the audience. They cheered loudly in return.

"Whoa," was all I said. The interviewer laughed.

- So tell me, Atticus! What do you do back in Ten? - he finally asks.

- Well, uh, I'm an animal trainer. I mean, I train dogs and horses for various things. Actually, the horses you guys use for the Tribute Parade, were trained by my father and I, some years ago. - I answered, smiling at the audience.

- Oh wow! That is amazing, young man! Isn't it, folks? - he asks the audience, who screams louder.

- Yeah, it's pretty cool. - I smirked, and the audience cheered.

- And tell me, Atticus. What are you thinking of the Capitol so far? - he continues. I didn't hesitate to answer.

- I'm absolutely loving it. - the audience screamed louder. - The people are amazing, the installations are amazing, the food is amazing. It's amazing man, simply amazing - I repeated, giggling.

- Well we always think of the best for our dear Tributes, don't we! - he laughed. - And you deverve it young Atticus, yes you do.

- Do I? - I asked, with a smirk on my face.

- Does he? - the Interviewer asked the audience.

And I swear I've never heard so many screams at the same time. I'm pretty sure I almost got deaf.

- See, Atticus! You really deserve it. The Capitol has spoken! - he laughed again, and I laughed back.

- I'll have to believe in you guys then, - I answered.

- One more question before you we call your beautiful partner Ebony - he continues, - something we've all been wondering. - he hesitated before asking - tell us Atticus, is there someone your heart belongs to?

The atmosphere tensed up; I wasn't expecting such question.

- Well figuratively, nope. I'm totally free, it could belong to any of you - I pointed at the audience, who almost went mad. - but technically, it belongs to me. You know, I kinda need it to live. - I giggled.

Everyone bursted in laugh, I laughed with them.

- That's good news, then! - The interviewer says, laughing. - Thank you so much, young Atticus. And may the odds be ever in your favour tomorrow. We are cheering for you, boy! Ladies and gentleman, the charismatic ATTICUS FLETCH! - he held my hand up in the air, and then I left the stage by the sound of the applauses.

Oh, boy. I felt awesome. They seemed to like me, a lot. It was weird, but I liked it.

Ebony was called - I almost forgot about her. She almost never talked, but now she would really have to. And maybe I'd finally learn somethin' about her.

The interviewer starts by asking the same thing he asked me, about life in Ten. She answers saying that she worked for a small farm, as a carer. I also discovered that she had a boyfriend back home, the son of the owner of the farm she works for.

He then asks about her relationship with me. And for my surprise, she simply answers that she thinks I'm an idiot. And doesn't stop there. She says that there's no way I could win the games, that I needed to be more down-to-earth or I'd die at the Cornucopia. That I had no clue about real life and real problems. And all I could think of was, "what a bitch". Ebony was exactly the opposite of what I thought she'd be.

I left the waiting room, angry. All this time I've been considering Ebony a possible ally, now I was wishing she'd die at the Cornucopia. Was she just trying to make an impression to the Capitol? Well, I don't care. What a bitch. Before I knew it, I almost bumped against Gabriella or something-like-that-mentor-from-7.

- Where do you think you're going? - she asks me, smirking. - The Interviews are not over yet.

- I don't care. Mine is over, I have nothing to do here. And I'm tired, so please, step aside. - I answered, angrily. I was in no mood for sweet talks.

- Why so mad? - her expression suddenly changes. - Oh! You didn't like your not-so-sweet District partner? - she smirked.

Well, apparently, she's a bitch. - I shrugged. - I think my ally options just got reduced to 0.

She laughed.

- Please, you're worried about that? You'll do good, everyone loves you.

- Except Ebony - I added. - And probably Atlas. Well, I don't need them anyways. My non-existent sponsors will keep me alive. - I giggled, now smirking at her. She smirked back.