Disney Hunger Games

Chapter 18

Interviews: Districts 7&8

By RavenclawMaven1198

*Wendy's POV

My hands were sweating like crazy.

I paced back and forth in my small bedroom. I just wanted to go home and be with my family again. I wanted to hear my brothers' laughs one more time, see my father struggle to put on his tie one more time, wear my mother's pearls one more time. I didn't want to grow up. I wanted to stay in their care forever. Stay under twelve forever. I knew I wasn't going to survive.

"Stylists are here." John peeked his head in my doorway.

I smiled weakly. "Ok."

They pulled and tugged at my thin hair, pulling it into an intricate bun that was supposed to resemble leaves. My dress was short and poofed out at the end. It was brown up until the bodice where greenish leaves snaked up my flat chest.

John was wearing a brown suit that resembled bark.

We walked down the silent hallways to the auditorium.

I peeked onstage and saw Aladdin dancing. Well he is Capitol favorite now.

I picked at my green fingernails and my stylist immediately scolded me.

Aladdin and Megara finished up and we were announced onstage.

The crowd of colorful wigs cheered for us. I put on a fake smile and blew kisses. John looked disgusted as he waved. I was just trying to survive so he could stick it.

We sat down in the large plush chairs. My feet hung off the end if I sat all the way back, so I sat on the edge of the seat.

"I think you guys deserve best dressed am I right?" Mickey said. The crowd cheered with agreement.

"Wendy, you are twelve. How does it feel to be in the games?"

"I'm really nervous." I wasn't going to try to hide it.

"What is your confidence level at?"

I can't believe he was asking me this. I remembered what Doc said, answer like they want you to answer. Never answer truthfully.

"On a scale of one to ten, seven." The crowd laughed and cheered. I was from district seven so nobody would look at my level to be too high or too low.

"And you, John?"

He realized he couldn't also say seven. "I have the confidence to make it to the final four, I'll say that."

"Not bad. You two seem to be very confident with yourselves, now let's see if the scores resemble that confidence."

He was right. But the numbers were switched around.

I got a four and John got a seven.

*Kocuom's POV

"Now, make sure you look tough." I had a feeling Jiminy was mainly talking to Tinkerbell. I think my body could say enough about my level of manliness.

Tink scanned Jiminy. "How did that work for you?"

"It didn't. I didn't look tough at all. I flunked the interviews. I only survived because of my strategy which we will talk about later. Just go out there and show them you are not a force to be reckoned with." He adjusted his spectacles and shooed us onstage.

I put on a hard, emotionless face and marched to the chair. Tink grinned slightly and followed suit.

"District eight. What an odd combination we have here." Mickey announced.

I saw Tink roll her eyes. "I'm small, not deaf." She muttered under her breath.

"I assume you both have some contrasting strategies. Tink, what is your strategy?"

"Well to survive obviously."

The crowd giggled nervously. She was going to be so easy to kill off.

"Well, a little more complicated than that." Mickey specified.

"Probably establish a basic living routine. Have a place and time for food, tribute hunting, and regular hunting."

"Not bad I must say. Very organized. And you, Kocuom?"

I have practiced this question so many times in my head. I can't believe he was actually asking.

"Make an alliance with the strongest, and kill off as necessary." I looked at Tinkerbell when I said "necessary".

"Do you have any if that alliance formed?"

"It is slowly coming together."

"Well, let's see if your score can match up to the strongest."

Tink got a seven and I got an eleven. Eleven! I wasn't surprised but knowing that it was real was even better.

"District 8!"