Hi peoples! Sorry for the wait... again.

I was at a bit of a loose end as to what to do for this chapter because Nighttimephoenix left the site *sobs* and I have ZERO ideas. Zilch. Nada. NOTHINGGGG!

In the end I just wrote a short piece of utter nonsense and left.

I feel like the chapter ended up more focused on Caramella because I couldn't do anything with Fawn.

Sorry?

Also, why does everyone want Caramella to win? I'm so confused rn. She may be dying soon though, if Snow thinks the interviews weren't exciting enough...

'Her name is Fawn. She's 13 and from District Seven. She likes the colour pink, and her favourite thing about home is the smell of the woods. We really don't know that much about her, do we?' Caramella asked the noticeably smaller audience.

'Come on, Mella,' Caramella opened her mouth to protest against the nickname, but thought better of it. 'You can do better than that. I know it. The audience knows it. You know it.' She gulped. 'So do it! Or there won't be any more Caramella Peppermintine Decaffia Latte.' He was bringing out her full name. This was serious. 'Is that okay Mella?' She really hated it when people called her Mella.

'Ye-yes Mr President.' He smirked, such a cruel, twisted smile, sending shivers down her back (though the open back dress certainly played a part) as he turned on his heel, flanked by white-clad men- Peacekeepers! He'd changed the uniform colour from grey!- as he exited the room.

Her pistol (and her courage) lay forgotten in the corner of the room.

Why hadn't she just done it? Made everything so much easier?

Because she was scared.

The clip started rolling. Caramella had always envied Moonia. She had nothing to worry about really. She got paid handsomely for reading out cue cards and looking pretty. Snow- and Gray before him- gad favoured her.

Hello, Panem! Today we're in District Seven, looking for the Ashwoods! Everyone knew that. A picture flashed across the screen- Fawn, her parents and two older children- her siblings? Redd and... Eva, was it?- all smiling. But the eyes gave them away. Sycamore Ashwood was glaring subtly at his daughter, who was leaning towards Redd in search of comfort. Redd looked like he wanted to shield her from everything, while Eva- no, Ava! That's what she'd introduced herself as!- was looking distractedly off screen (maybe she had a boyfriend there? Snow only knows AN: imagine they use the President's name instead of God's. what was going on.) Leaf Ashwood was the only one who seemed to be happy. But there was a slight look of irritance (her arms were crossed) at her family's antics.

If only Caramella had chosen something else as an introduction! The only thing they learnt about Fawn Ashwood in the three minues of the clip was her parents wanted her to work, but her siblings wouldn't allow it and Fawn herself was too scared to say anything.

The presenter wheedled off about how obvious it was that Fawn didn't get on with her parents, or her sister, but in all honesty she had no idea what she was on about.

If it continued like this, she'd be done-like-Ashleyna Morfilden's hair in a day! (That poor woman, yellow, green and pink just didn't work with her pitch-black skin! AN: no disrespect intended, Ashleyna's skin was literally coal black)

she needed to do something about it, and fast. Maybe put in a competition? She'd have to speak to Snow...

Ugh. I can't write properly anymore.

Sorry Nighttimephoenix- not that you'll see this- that Fawn's chapter sucked so bad.

Maybe next time will be better? K might come back to write one chapter (who remembers K? JK) for me, but idk anymore.

Goodbye!

~Ari