A Night to Remember Part 2
The male tribute from District Six left the stage, and soon, District Seven came- starting with Finley Ryland. FInley was only thirteen years old, wearing a hint of innocence on her sleeves if she had them. She was wearing a no-sleeve, knee-length dress that had a pretty peach shade on her. Her dark brown hair was curled up in small ringlets that framed her face, and wore a graceful smile as she sat down in the white chair. She sat tall and Circe could tell that Finley wore a little bit of makeup, mainly a light pink eyeshadow and very light blush.
"Finley, we're so glad to see you tonight? How are you doing, and I must say- you look very beautiful in that dress," Circe started, making Finley's smile grow brighter.
"Thank you…" Finley murmured.
"I'm curious… You're so young and probably have very aspiring dreams that you want to see. Did you have a dream, before you were reaped, that you wanted to see through and want it to happen?
Finley nodded her head before responding, "I have several, because who doesn't. But you know, I always loved engineering. I always thought it was cool, being able to make machine designs that would better help its citizens. I loved seeing the way that a machine would be built. It goes the same way with architecture, but man, engineering has my heart. I always imagined that I'd be able to go to college, or one of the Capitol's schools to further my education, and be the best engineer… I know that could never happen, not because of the Games, but not many people go to the Capitol if you're from a lesser district like I am."
"Aw… That does bite. I never realized that while the Capitol has everything you could ever imagine, being from a DIstrict, especially one that doesn't value education and its production is simply lumbar, it's virtually impossible… Do you think winning the Hunger Games would make it easier to get into a program that features engineering, or any STEM work?"
"I don't know," Finley admitted after chewing on her bottom lip for a little bit, "I know I'm thirteen and the statistics of me actually winning is slim to none. I want to be able to win, and maybe by the support of the Capitol- they would allow me to study in the Capitol, and be a productive citizen… Being reaped in the Hunger Games could mean that while the probability of me winning is slim, I still want to give it my all. Engineering has always been a passion of mine, and I plan to use it in the arena."
Circe asked a couple more questions related to what Finley's goal of winning was, and if she had a favorite invention that she would love to see implemented, including to show her the current blueprint of hers.
Soon, it was time to wave her off and wish her luck in the Hunger Games tomorrow, before her district pattern- Grover Woods came onto the stage. Grover was very different from FInley, with his average height, and wiry-build. He wore a dark brown tuxedo, with green accents on the cuff of his sleeves, and around the collar area, but other than was mainly the color of dark-brown like the color of the dirt while it would rain and give life to all the other plants in the dirt.
"Grover, it's so nice to meet you. I have to say that your outfit really marks District Seven. Is that what you wanted to represent? Was that intentional, or maybe your stylist just wanted to show you off that you are from District Seven?"
Grover didn't say anything for a couple of seconds before he responded, "If you want it to be. Honestly, my stylist chose it because they wanted me to be seen as the visual of District Seven. I don't mind. It almost reminds me of the time where I just hung out in the forest, alone."
"Oh… How often did you hang out in the forest alone? Was it because there was someone special that you would sneak off into the forest, perhaps? Or was there something so beautiful that you didn't want anyone else to know about it like those stories we probably read when we were kids?"
"None of that," Grover responded, shrugging his shoulders a little bit. "I'm not much of a people person, so there wouldn't be anyone special that I want to go back to. I go out there, because there, nature hasn't been touched by human civilizations. It's where you are able to find birds, animal life that is bothered by human presence, or even the stars in the night sky. Things that you wouldn't otherwise see… Loneliness adds beauty to life. It puts a special burn on sunsets and makes the night air smell better."
Circe thought long and hard for a minute before she replied, "You know I never thought about it like that. That really puts being a loner in perspective that you see things, nobody else really sees and I think you are like that… That's very insightful. Do you plan on being a loner in the Games? Is that what your main strategy is?"
"For the most part. I won't tell you what my actual strategy for the Games are, but sometimes being a loner will let you know that you don't need to rely on other people, or worry about someone you put your trust into, backstabbing you."
Circe really had no idea what to think about Grover Woods as she tried to figure out some questions. It almost seemed that the Capitol wasn't too invested by the way they just sat there, quietly. She asked him a couple of pointless questions before his buzzer went off and she wished him luck for tomorrow.
Dorothea Winifred came onto the stage, smiling and waving to the crowd. She had on a dark green dress that reached to her knees. She also had red tights underneath the dress with small, black heels on her feet. Her hair was parted and looked very shimmery as she nodded and smiled at Circe. It almost looked like she was some sort of holiday themed from the way she was dressed, and just so festive like, she thought to herself.
She waited until Dorothea sat down in the chair, before Circe started her questions- starting from a different angle.
"Dorothea, as you may know that tomorrow is the start of the Hunger Games, where twenty four tributes will battle it out and only one will survive. Do you feel confident that you would be able to win the Games, or do you know that you're walking into your death?"
Dorothea looked down towards her lap, shifting a little bit as she looked her in the eyes.
"I don't want to sound morbid, but I know I'm going to die. I don't know how or when, but it's going to happen. I know the probability is low and there are much better tributes out there. I have a chance, but I've accepted that dying is a part of it. When I volunteered for the Hunger Games, I wanted an escape and was spur of the moment. I knew, however, it was a death sentence and was stupid, but in a spur-in-the moment type of thing," Dorothea admitted rather quietly, looking down towards her lap.
"So it was a spur of the moment thing that made you volunteer for the girl who was originally reaped?" Circe asked and Dorothea nodded in response. Circe sighed as she tried to figure out another question, before she found one.
"When you volunteered, we thought you'd be a strong contender like most volunteers. You're different from most volunteers and look very dignified and well-put together than most tributes. WHen your score was announced, it was rather low. Was it on purpose to try and pretend that you are weak to get your fellow tributes off your back?"
"It wasn't on purpose," Dorothea murmured. "I really don't care what score I received during the private sessions. I tried my best during it, and the Game Makers ultimately decided on the final score… And they settled on a three. I showed my best efforts and that's all that matters."
"So it wasn't part of a strategy, interesting.." Circe murmured.
She saw the timer about to go off so she asked Dorothea one more question- just what was one thing she wanted to get off her chest.
"That this is enough excitement for one life if you ask me," Dorothea responded.
Dorothea headed off stage once her buzzer went off and Circe wished her luck. Next, Auster Worthing, the male from District Eight followed suit. He was a rather simple-dressed boy with a simple gray suit, and a black tie. He was dressed rather nicely as he sat down in the seat, sitting as tall as he could and had a small smile on his face. Although, it almost seemed that his smile didn't quite reach his eyes, but who was she to judge?
"Auster, I hope you're having a good night so far," Circe started, smiling at him and the boy nodded in response.
"Thank you, I also hope that you're having a nice night also," He responded, in the same tone that she did.
"Yes, I am… It's been a night. Tell me, is there anything in the Capitol that you wish was available back home?" It was a strange question, but it was a question nonetheless.
"You know I've never really thought about it. The Capitol is very different from where I come from back in District Eight. The way I see it, the Capitol offers some of the things that are back home such as family, places to go and some exciting things. The Capitol has all these expenses, but you don't often realize it's there until it's staring straight in front of you, and you know, man I don't have this at home? I think perhaps this could go for anything, but I think it may just be the options that are available."
Circe stayed quiet so Auster could finish what he was saying,
"Back home, there weren't really many options. You had what was available. Take school for example, there are multiple options for someone here to study what they want and get a good education, but back home, there weren't many options. I struggle in school and am failing in my classes, because it's hard. But the one thing I like is the accessibility this place has. It makes it easier for people such as myself to be able to read, especially since letters get mixed around very quickly by having things in bold, and spaced out..."
"Oh…" Circe commented. "It's one of the highlights. They still struggle on so many things especially because I am in a wheelchair, but yes, it's almost a good thing. Do you think its possible that you have dyslexia since you mentioned that you had a hard time reading and letters are often jumbled together?"
Auster shrugged.
"What do you hope to achieve by winning the games?" Circe asked.
"I don't know… I can tell if I could win the games then I could spend a much longer time hanging out with my family and boyfriend and drop out of school, so I could gain my independence… You know, a month ago- I wore my boyfriend down to just one date, and we've been happily dating ever since. I want to go back to that, with him on the couch and us cuddling with each other, acting as if nothing existed… "As you see, I have too much to fight for to let them all down. I will fight to win.""
"Aw, that sounds really adorable… I really hope you win!" Circe wished him luck and Auster exited off stage, with Mary Grace Su next.
Mary Grace Su pretty much walked as if she had her tail in between her legs with the way she walked. She kept her head down, kicking the stage a little bit with her scuffed up shoes she was wearing- black tennis shoes, which looked like it had holes around the soles of her feet. She had on a match dress that looked like it was from her reaping- a black plain dress that looked like it was a little too big on her. She didn't have any makeup on her, or it would have been ruined by the amount of tears that streamed down her face.
"Mary Grace, it's very pleasant to see you. I must admit. I don't think we've seen very much of you… Is there a reason why?" Circe asked, trying to make the small girl feel a little more comfortable instead of looking like she wanted someone to kill her now. "Or are you shy?"
Mary Grace didn't bother saying anything. Instead, she looked away and scrunched up her face, before more tears started leaking out of her eyes. Loud sobs were heard coming from her, and Circe felt sad. She didn't mean to make the girl cry!
"Oh… It's okay… Are you nervous? We can pretend that the audience isn't here, would that help?" Circe questioned, carefully maneuvering her wheelchair to be right next to the chair so she can try to wrap her arms around the scared girl.
But the girl continued to say nothing, and cried harder.
Circe sighed when she realized that touching Mary Grace was doing absolutely nothing and made her cry even harder. She tried asking some reassuring questions and basic questions, like how old are you? How's the weather? What's your favorite food? Those types of things, but she didn't get any response out of her.
Circe didn't have to worry long before Mary Grace ran off the stage, and away from everyone she disappeared within a blink of an eye. Circle blinked rapidly, trying to figure out what just happened.
"That was Mary Grace Su! The poor girl probably had so much stage fright that she couldn't bear to be on stage any longer, so I guess- let's welcome our other nine tribute- Consus Cormone!" Circe announced, as soon as she realized that Mary Grace wasn't coming back and there was no use in waiting until her timer went off.
The show must go on, with or without a tribute having an interview from her.
Consus Cormone came onto the stage rather quickly. It almost seemed that he was rather in a hurry to get his interview done and over with. He sat tall, poised and confident as he sat down in his seat. He wore a rather fancy outfit that she hadn't really seen none of the male tributes wearing too much. It was a rather shiny gold and amber outfit that was rather gaudy looking.
"Consus, I must say your outfit is very impressive looking… I think we are all wondering, do you have a strategy for going into the games tomorrow, or are you doing it blind-sided?"
Consus didn't bother thinking about the question before he told her, "I have a plan. I'm not going to tell you what it is, because what's the point of a plan? I came here to win, and bring victory to District Nine. If I tell people about my strategy, the other tributes will know about it and will attempt to kill me."
Circe nodded her head in agreement, "Fair enough. Strategies can either make or break winnings as long as you know what you are doing. Even things such as allies can be a risky move, because while you have someone you can rely on, how do you know if you can trust that person? It's really to know that you probably have a card up your sleeve that you know that you can't reveal quite yet, at least not until tomorrow… Is there anything you would like to say to the people back home, in District Nine?"
Consus thought about minute for about a minute or so before he responded,
"Realistically, I don't have that many people to say goodbye to. I already said all my goodbyes back home in the Justice Building, but I can say a couple of things to the people out there, so here it goes. I'm pretty sure you guys are happy that I'm gone, but I am going to tell you that I have a good chance at winning the games, and I can't wait to return back home to District Nine!" He announced.
"I'm happy to hear that you know you have a good chance at winning tomorrow's games," Circe told him, before she moved onto other questions.
These questions were rather basic questions like what did he enjoy most about his time in the Capitol? Is he going to miss something? Those types of things before his buzzer went off. Circe wished him luck for tomorrow and soon, Reese replaced the male tribute from District Nine.
Reese came onto the stage, wearing a red-and-orange tye-dyed dress that reached down to her mid legs. Her strawberry-blond hair was pulled back into a black and red checkered bandana that was a rather different style, and color from her dress. It almost seemed that her theme for tonight was wearing various colors that somehow made it work.
"Reese, welcome! It's good to see you!" Circe started, "How are you liking the Capitol so far? Is it everything you imagined!"
Reese beamed.
"Honestly, I've been really enjoying it so far! I mean, who wouldn't? You guys offer everything here, but I have to say one of the best things here was that I was able to reunite with one of my childhood friends!"
"Aw, who is it?" Circe asked, "Is it a fellow tribute? Or another Capitol citizen?"
"It's another tribute," Reese admitted. "Jasmine Blanchard, from District 11! A couple of years ago, I stayed with her family when my grandmother passed away. I was already living in the District, and was pretty much stuck once the borders were designated and closed. This was around the time where Panem allowed free access to other districts."
"I remember that! I guess it was before the war started, right?"
"Around that time. During the war, they still allowed people, but it was much more stricter, and it's been the same since. Me and Jasmine were very close to one another, practically attached to the hip. You normally saw us together. My parents finished up the paperwork and it was processed, being approved to get their child from District eleven. I was sent back to District Ten to live with my parents, whom I haven't seen for years…"
"That's very heartbreaking…" Circe started, "Well, in the sense that you guys were reunited in the Hunger Games. It's awful thinking about the fact that you two are friends, and the Hunger Games only allows one winner."
"It is… I tend not to dwell on that fact, because both of us know that the odds are against us… Right now, we are currently trying to make the best of each other with the very limited amount of time we have with each other. We also know that the probability of us surviving is low, but there is a chance, one of us can perhaps win," Reese explained. "We already wrote ourselves a letter and would give it to one another's parents if we survived."
"That's sweet… What do you want the Capitol to know about you?"
"Seeing my friends happy makes me happy. I want to give them my care and love, because it gives me happiness in return!" Reese exclaimed, looking at the audience while she said that.
Circe asked a couple more questions after that, trying to fill in the remainder of the time. These questions were, who was waiting for you back home? What is your biggest dream, besides the Hunger Games? Before Reese's buzzer went. Circe wished her luck for tomorrow, and for her relationship with Jasmine before the male tribute- Dov Blair entered on stage.
Dov Blair was very different from his district partner. For one, he was wearing a darker colored suit- the color of dark brown, with a tan, collared shirt underneath. He had a black tie wrapped around his neck. He almost looked a little awkward wearing it, shuffling his feet, and giving her a big smile when he sat down in the chair, but even she knew, the smile seemed honestly fake.
"Dov! Nice to see you!" Circe said, before jumping into her question, "Tell us about your life in the district?"
Dov looked down towards his lap, fiddling with his fingers and looking up at her with such a pained expression. She knew it was probably one of the worst questions she could have asked, but she needed variety.
"Oh," Dov said finally, "Honestly, my life in the District is probably not the one that you would really want to hear. It's too much like a sob story, but if you want to hear it, I'll tell you… I live on the streets, homeless if you will. It's not because I'm not an orphan. It's mainly because I was kicked out, so I've been living on the streets for a good couple of years. I get some income by working on farm's, cleaning up animal shit, and mucking their stalls. It smells and stinks, but it pays," He shrugged. "Honestly, I don't think I would have it any other way. I don't mind it. It beats being with my parents."
"That is heartbreaking. Is there any specific reason why your parents kicked you out?" Circe questioned, "If you feel comfortable sharing that is… Sometimes, we have pain and trauma that we can't share because it's our business, and we need to deal with that."
"I don't mind sharing," Dov shrugged, "I'm Pan. My parents didn't like it whatsoever. I'm okay with that. Both with my identity and my parents not wanting me."
"No child should ever be out on the streets, and get kicked out because of their identity. They're still your child. It should never be like that," Circe exclaimed, looking towards the audience, "I'm sorry that happened to you, Dov… Is there a particular reason why you want to win the Hunger Games?"
"I haven't really thought about it whatsoever," He told her, "I haven't had that much time to think about it. I do know that I-I'll try my b-best during the stage," He stumbled over a couple of words in his sentence. Though Circe could see that he was getting tired of saying these practice speeches, he probably spent hours rehearsing and the nerves were getting a hold of him.
Luckily for him, the timer ticked down to zero and let out a buzzing noise. She wished him luck during the games, and waited for Jasmine Blanchard to appear on the stage.
Jasmine came onto the stage, smiling a little bit. She appeared to be frightened as she fiddled with her hands and chewed on her bottom lip, as her eyes darted to the audience back to Circe a couple of times. She wore a pretty red dress, one that seemed to shimmer a little bit, but nothing that made her seem very appealing to the audience.
Once Jasmine felt comfortable, Circe started asking her questions.
"Jasmine, I hope you're having a good night so far! We saw Reese a couple of minutes ago, and she mentioned the time where she came to live with you and your family. We know it's very heartbreaking to meet again under these circumstances… Can you tell us how you were feeling knowing that both of you were reaped for the games?"
"I can," She murmured, not meeting Circe's eyes, as she spoke. "I was scared. I wasn't expecting to be reaped whatsoever, and I knew that I was probably going to die. I watched the Reaping recount on TV during the train ride over here, and it felt like the world stopped. Time didn't exist. This was probably worse than me being reaped, but knowing that my best friend in this entire world, one that I haven't seen for years, was also reaped? It was very heartbreaking and Earth shattering. There's nothing you can do, besides spend the moments together, before going into the Games."
"I can't imagine going through that," Circe started, "It's always hard losing the person that you love… The process of grief is a difficult one to go through, and losing a friend a friend isn't better than losing a family member."
"It is, isn't it?" Jasmine sighed wishfully.
"Have you already been through this? Losing someone you loved?"
Jasmine nodded, "I lost one of my friends and it wasn't Reese. A couple of years after Reese left, I made a couple of friends. There was one in particular. His name was Robin. He was a good friend. He committed suicide a few years back, because of the bullying. Sometimes, I wonder if I saw the signs that he was displaying- I could have saved him. My life hasn't been the same since, ever since he died."
"Do you feel compelled to try to save Reese in the Games?"
"I do… I think after losing one friend, and the thought of losing Reese. I don't know what I would do. I've lost so much already. I won't lose anyone else."
Jasmine's buzzer went off, signaling the end of Jasmine's time.
"I wish you luck… Thank you for sharing Jasmine," Circe said, bidding her farewell.
Demetrius Deck was next, wearing a rather revealing outfit. Circe swore she heard a couple of swoons coming from the audience once Demetrius stepped into the light, and closer to the stage. He wore a skinned suit that was rather open to reveal his bare chest that looked rather ripped. How did he manage to get like that was way beyond her? But she was probably one of the only people that she didn't find attractive, and swoon over. He was aesthetically-pleasing but that was it.
She waited until the audience settled down before she started asking her questions. Some of which, she knew what the audience wanted.
"I'm pretty sure all of us are thinking, Demetrius… How do you get your muscles like that? No matter what I do, I can't. Granted, it's also because I'm in a wheelchair and incapable of doing half the things like a normal abled body should. It's one of the funnest things about being physically disabled? So, how did you do it?" Circe asked.
"I've been working out my entire life," He said, winking towards the crowd. A couple more swoons were heard and Circe refrained from rolling her eyes, "I've worked as a farmer. I've been lifting heavy things, carrying them a long distance, you name it. There were times, I would do it for fun and this-" gesturing towards his chest, "Was how it happened."
"Oh," Circe said, unsure what to say. "Do you think your brute strength will be able to help you in the arena, and possibly win?"
"Of course," He said, puffing his chest out more. Men. "Having brute strength is very important in the arena. I have no doubt it will aid me in trying to win the games. Even though I got a five, I have confidence going into the arena. I won't be defeated easily, as like dust, I'll rise."
Circe was about to ask him a couple more questions to finish off his time, but it seemed that the audience had something else in mind. She heard them yelling the same thing and she had no doubt that Demtrius heard the yelling, also.
"Take off your shirt!"
Demetrius heard this and smiled towards the audience. He stood up from the chair, standing right in front of the stage. He held up his arms out wide, and took off his long sleeves to show off his chest for all of Panem to see. Circe had no desire to go up front, so she stayed where she was and waited until his buzzer went off, before wishing him good luck in the arena.
"Well, it sounds like you all enjoyed that!" Circe announced, "Finally, we are on the last district of the night… Please welcome, Alda Rushiv from District Twelve!"
Alda Rushiv came onto the stage, practically running to the stage. She was rather on the short side, and looked rather creepy- no matter how much makeup she was wearing, or what her stylists tried to do. Her eye was still stuck in that half-blink. Circe paid no attention as she analyzed Alda's outfit for the night. She wore an ankle-length black dress that seemed to have fire emblems and little fires (obviously fake, and looked like you would see in a painting), all around her dress.
"Alda, welcome!" Circe said, once Alda sat down in the chair. "How are you doing tonight? I hope you're excited for tomorrow!"
"Fine," She said, before she was overcome in a fit of giggles.
Circe stared at her in shock, unsure what to do.
She waited until Alda composed herself before Circe asked her first question:
"Can you tell us what you did back home?"
"Where to begin? Honestly, I think the highlight was probably the fact that I was the one that was always trying to cause a fire… I think it got to the point where if there was a fire, it was because of me. They hid the matches, the candles, anything that I could use to be able to make a fire from me… But I still found a way to be able to create fires. Fires in all different forms. SOme that are harmless through the use of the sun, sometimes they can be big. The big ones are always fun." She refrained herself from giggling as she said that- raising up her hand to cover a little bit of her mouth.
"Is that how you see yourself? Creating fires?"
"Who doesn't? Everyone says they're like fire, but if you know as much about it as I do, you'd know that fire comes in many forms, and there is no way that there is a best fire."
"Do you find yourself wanting to do that in the arena?"
"Of course… I won't be surprised if I took out several tributes if I managed to make a fire really big. Flames can kill, and so could smoke in very close proximity… Giving me anything that can cause a fire would probably be a bad idea, because I can make the games end very quickly… I think that's why the game-makers weren't happy when I caught their room on fire." She looked rather unfazed when she said that.
Circe saw the notes that included the Private Session Report, and she was still very amazed how that happened. For the girl to outright admit to Panem, letting everyone know was downright dangerous, if not suicidal. The Game-Makers were probably still not happy about that. Circe didn't say anything, and she could probably feel the audience's stunned look at Alda's response.
Circe was about to ask another question before the buzzer went off, signaling that Alda's time was out.
Finally, it was Flynn Madiagan's turn- the last tribute of the night. Flynn wore a rather simple outfit, much like pretty much all the male tributes had. He wore a black tuxedo with white cuffs, and a blue bowtie. The bluetie was his only splash of color on him. His hair was moussed back, away from his face and yet, it still framed his face a little bit. He smiled at Circe, when he sat down in the white chair, and Circe started her questioning.
"Flynn! It's good to see you! You're our last interview before we conclude our night… How do you feel about going into the Games tomorrow? Do you have a strategy going into the Games?"
"I'm nervous," Flynn started. "It's really hard not to be, considering this is the Hunger Games, and all. Only one tribute leaves alive, so the odds are already stacked against your favor. I do have a strategy… You see, I'm a planner, and you can bet your money that I have a plan in the arena. The end result of that plan will be me emerging as victor."
"That's very relieving to hear," Circe said. "Most tributes already think they're about to die in the arena, and perhaps it's so… Do you have anyone waiting for you back home, watching you on TV?"
"I do," Flynn murmured, before he looked towards the audience, "My parents- Afton and Lorcan, my sister and brother, Shayla and Evander. I love my family dearly, and I am very scared to lose them… I also have a couple of friends waiting for me back home."
"Who are they?"
"Kenna, Chandler, Elise, Winston and Elijah. We spent a lot of our time together, not as much as we used to because sometimes, life happens. We're close, and honestly I loved each and every one of them."
"Is there anything you'd like to say to them?
"I really want to say something to my friends and family who are out there, watching me and the games. Thank you very much for taking care of me, and being there whenever I needed you. It's been a blast knowing you. I hope you hold me in your hearts, and think about me everytime you go to sleep. I promise I won't give up and will keep fighting every step of the way, no matter what happens."
"That's so sweet…" Circe started asking Flynn a couple more questions before his timer went off.
Flynn headed off the stage with a small wave to the audience, and Circe turned her attention back to the audience. She knew once Flynn's time was over, the interviews were over, and this concluded the interviews of the tributes, before they headed into the games tomorrow morning.
"Ladies and gentlemen, those were the tributes of the Tenth annual Hunger Games! I am excited to see what the Games will take us, as we tune in tomorrow morning to see the start of the Games. Once again, I am Circe Ashton and these were the tributes for the Tenth annual Hunger Games!" Circe concluded, finishing the final segment of her speech.
And with that, a thunderous applause came from the audience. Circe waved her hands, and attempted to bow to the audience. It was a little challenging, and was an odd half-attempt as she bowed to her thighs. She waved to the audience and the stage lights cut to darkness. She wheeled herself out onto the backstage, knowing that hell was awaiting her.
It was time to face the music, and hope she didn't die as a result of her incompetence, and the mistakes she made tonight.
We are so close to the Games, and I have almost two weeks left before school starts back up again. I'm kinda just making it my goal to get to the Games before then. On another unrelated note that I think is very impressive, I wrote almost 50k words during this summer- making it my most productive writing in a good while.
I have uploaded this story on Ao3 under FireisEverywhere!