The Foe

The interview

A/n I don't own Blair or Ceasar Flickerman

:)

I sit in the chair designated for me palms sweating as Ceasar spins around in his chair revealing his blood red hair and camera turns on. I think about my family huddled up in the living room watching live, a mistake here, getting the crowd to dislike me, it could cost me my life. Beth's head resting on Mother's leg, Anna in the same position with my father, and an empty spot in the middle of the couch where I should be sitting with them. I don't mask my feelings, yet I manage to stop the tears. I listen to the interviews and I know the audience is impressed with District 2's female tribute who was clearly going for the sexy appearance. Much too soon my turn approaches and I go to sit by Ceasar though his cologne repels me.

"So Johanna, do you have anyone waiting for you at home?" He asks, well hiding the fact that he doesn't care about my home or whether I live or die.

I look him straight in the eye and utter, "I have my parents and two little sisters Anna and Beth and they mean the world to me." Tears start falling at the thought of my family and I look at the camera. "I love you guys." I turn my attention to Ceasar.

"Well that's sweet, anyway how do you feel about going into the Games?"

"I'm not going to lie to you Ceasar, I'm pretty scared, I mean, who wouldn't be, 24 go in one comes out, and I'm only 12. What chance do I have?" It feels good to be honest with someone about how I feel. In fact I was so eager that I forgot the whole country was watching and that I don't trust this man.

"What's your biggest concern?"

"I don't really have any allies so I'm hoping I have good sponsors."

"Thanks Johanna, you may go back to your seat." I stand up and the audience applauded, hopefully because they liked me. I swiftly walk to my seat eager to be out of the spotlight, I don't pay much attention to the other tributes, only their appearance, I don't really care about their persona. Finally we all rise for the Anthem to be played and we are dismissed back to our rooms. I go upstairs and change into green silky pajamas, wash my face and lay in bed as a black haired avox walks in with a black shirt torn above the bellybutton and tries to tuck me in.

"No thanks," I say, she nods and begins to walk out. "Good night" I manage to croak out. I begin to wonder what it would be like to be an avox, unable to speak and waiting on future tributes, yet safe from the Games themselves. I fall asleep thinking about home and happy.