9:Peeta's Bomb (like I said, I might have some order of events wrong)
The next morning, all I could see was the bright fire of Katniss' costume. It was permanently imprinted on my eyelids. I still see it when I wake up in the morning. I remember really wishing that I was there with Katniss that day.
I was up bright and early. That day was the most important Pre-Games day that there was. That day was interview day. I went to the woods, but only for a little while. I wanted to make sure I didn't miss anything. All I shot were a few squirrels. I made my way back to the Hob and, again, it felt lonely there without Katniss. I had no time to waste there and neither did anybody else there. Today was all business. No shenanigans.
When I got to the square, it was pretty damn crowded. I was able to push my way to the front for a good view. When the interviews started, Cesar Flickerman came on stage and said his opening speech. It went kind of like this. "I am glad to acquaint each and every one of you with the tributes of our 74th Hunger Games", blah-blah-blah, "We will start with District 1's female tribute, Glimmer"! Applause erupted from the crowd. Not our crowd, of course. The crowd in the Capitol.
He introduced her as Glimmer. Oh, yeah. That was it. District 1 names. She wore a bright white dress. The sleeve on her right arm draped below her shoulder. She wore a type of make-up that made her face so pale, she looked like a ghost. I thought the stylists were supposed to make them look better not worse. I think they might have been trying to make her look sexy, but that failed…miserably. Her curly blond hair was pulled up into a high, styled pony tail. That was the only thing that actually looked nice. Cesar asked her the first question of the night. "What is your favorite type of diamond"? "Anything", she had answered. Even though it was just one word, she was able to work the whole bomb-shell angle into it. He asked her a few more unimportant questions and then the buzzer went off. She left the stage and that was when you saw the back of her dress. It was cut down to the crook at the bottom of her back. Her pony tail was very long and ran almost the whole length of her back. Her spine was very prominent; I don't know why I remember that. She had curves, though. I bet she would have looked really pretty that night without all of the makeup.
Next up was the male tribute from her district. Marvel. He was a tall and slender boy. His hair was a deep brown. He wore a black suit with diamond buttons. H didn't say anything to memorable. I remember upon answering the question, "Who is the most important person back home", he had said, "My little sister, Pearl. She means the world to me. All I want is to go back home to her". Yeah right. All he wanted were more sponsors.
Next up was District 2's female tribute, Clove. She truly was beautiful; not as beautiful as Katniss, though. She had her black hair in cork-screw curls. They fell down her face in just the right fashion. Her stylists were defiantly going for sexy. Her dress was a full out ball gown. It was deep black and puffy. It had lace around the outer layer. It wasn't the worst interview dress ever. She had her eyes lined in pitch black with matching eye shadow. "What is it like to be here right now for you", Cesar had asked her. "A real honor, Cesar. It's also a little nerve racking, though", she had replied. Her interview had gone well. Cato wore a plain jet black suit. He pulled off fierce and intimidating pretty well. Let's just face it, he didn't have to be a pro actor to do it.
District 3-7 wasn't much. District 10's female wore a black dress with white spots all over it. Very creative. She had her hair in a bun with a flower popping through it. That made no sense at all. Her skin was a light color, but not pale. She, like other tributes in the past, was probably pretty nice looking when she wasn't drenched in Capitol. "Who is it that you want to go home to, Tara", Cesar had asked. "My…", tears swelled up in her eyes and it became obvious that her mentor had wanted her to act vulnerable, "Aunt Dotty. She…", another huge sniffle, "Has always been a role model to me. It would devastate her if I didn't come home". You know what I think; those tears were actually coming from the embarrassment of wearing a cow dress.
District 11 came up to the spotlight next. I swear, if Katniss wasn't going into the arena, I would be rooting for this little girl. Her eyes were deep brown, but light with a happiness of sorts. Her name was Rue and boy did I wish I could get her out of there. She was only twelve. Twelve. That night her stylist, who was able to work her small size perfectly, had her wearing a purple dress. It had little sequins above her stomach. Below that was a light layer of lace, then a layer of deep purple fabric. Two pieces of purple lace swung around the back, tied in a bow. "What is it like being only twelve years old and having to go into the arena', Cesar asked her the question that was on everybody's mind. Rue paused for a moment, thinking about what it truly was like. What it would be like after all of the pampering and Capitol food was gone. "Scarring. I know that all I'll ever see for the rest of my life, no matter how long, will be the faces of the other tributes". That was the best answer we has gotten all night, but she wasn't done. "Even if I do leave the arena, the arena won't leave me. Neither will the memories. Like I said, they're scarring". You could tell that little Rue didn't have that scripted. It was truly from her heart, that's what made it so heart breaking. I knew that that little girl was going to be a problem for me. Honestly, how could I want Katniss to kill her. How could I ever ask her to die. No matter who killed her, it would be hard. Cesar had to consider what she had said for a couple of seconds before saying, "Well Rue, maybe you will go home. Let's have everybody give Miss Rue a round of applause. Small but full of strength"! That was one of the most true things Cesar had ever said.
Thresh came on next and he was, like Cato, tough. Solid as a rock. I won't even get into his questions. All he would say is yes or no; never a single detail. He had a sophisticated black suit on, just adding to the severity.
Finally Katniss came on. Her gown was fantastical. Her dress was unexplainably amazing, but I'll try anyway. It was tight at the top, outlining her figure. As it worked its way down it expanded to a great amount of cloth. It wasn't just cloth though. It was like it was on fire, but certainly wasn't. It shimmered just so. It looked like she was burning in ambers you could say. Like she was a flame herself. It was sleeveless, which added to the whole her being the flame effect. Cesar asked her a few questions about Prim and volunteering. She answered something that I didn't know on one question. She said, "I promised her that I'd come home". I had hope now. I special kind of hope because whenever Katniss promised Prim something, it happened. The last thing Cesar said was, "Katniss Everdeen! The Girl On Fire"! She was the girl on fire. She was my girl on fire.
Peeta's turn next. Peeta and Cesar got along well. They started off with some easy jokes and then got to the serious stuff. "So Peeta, do you have a special girl back home"? "No", Peeta had replied. "What? Are yo sure? You know, you're quit the looker". "Well, there is this one girl. I've had a crush on her for years, but I don't think she even knows I exist". Who the heck could he be talking about. Honestly, he is the complete definition of social. "Well, you know what you have to do? Win. Go home. She can't turn you down then, can she"? "I don't think it's going to work out". "Why not"? And then Peeta dropped the bomb.