CHAPTER 3
“Would you like to see your dress Katniss?” Cinna asks with a smile.
I nod excitedly.
Cinna pulls the dress over my blindfolded body.
Cinna then takes off the blinfold and I see the dress in the mirror.
It’s a huge black meringue dress with a long black lace train , the dress has little black feathers adorning the bodice and skirt.
I try walking in it , it’s hard but I’ll just walk slow.
Cinna curls my hair and puts temporary red and orange highlights in my hair.
He applies black eyeshadow , red lipstick and lashings of mascara.
He gives me flat black shoes to put on my feet.
“You’ll do great out there Katniss” Cinna tells me.
I walk to the side of the stage where all the other tributes wait.
I see Ross and I wave at him and he smiles back.
I feel like someone is staring at me so I whip around to find a handsome , muscled and blonde haired boy staring at me.
I smirk at him.
He turns around quickly blushing.
“Katniss Everdeen , District 12!” Caesar shouts through his microphone.
I walk slowly onto the stage and shake Caesar’s hand politely and I sit down on the couch.
“Hello Katniss !” Casaer says excitedly.
“Hello everyone” I say with a small smile.
“So , have you got anyone special at home?” Casear asks curiously.
I take a deep breath , I might aswell tell everyone now.
“I do actually , My little sister Prim and M-m-my baby girl” I stutter.
The crowd gasps in surprise.
“Baby girl?” Casear asks.
“Yes , well she’s two now , I guess I should tell everyone the story hmm?” I tease nervously.
The crowd woops and Casear cheers also.
“I was walking home from school one day when I was kidnapped and raped by two men , I kept my baby a secret, no one knew , I left her to the family I thought would care for her most because I was only 14 and our family was starving , I am going to win for my baby girl and when I go home I will give her the childhood I never had” I say bravely.
Caesaer wipes a single tear running down his face.
“Miss. Everdeen you win for your baby girl!” Casear shouts.
The crowd woops and cheers me on.
I walk off the stage as the buzzer signals my interview is over.
I start silently crying as I walk off stage.
I walk back to the tribute area and Haymitch and Ross run up to me.
“Good job sweetheart” Haymitch says.
“Katniss , does this mean I’m an uncle?” Ross asks me.
I nod sadly.
Ross hugs me sypmathetically and Haymitch joins in.
