It was the day of the interviews. The boys will go in 3 weeks, when all but 1 of the girls will be dead. But we go now. I wear a soft maroon dress, with a black lace sash. It was tight down to my knees but also has another layer of see through black material in a high low. I wear high heeled black sandles, and a silver, maroon, and black smokey eye, and bright red lipstick. My hair has two braids going back to the back of my head, and going down, with the rest of my hair, including my bangs. I slowly stalk out to Cecilie Flickerman, Ceaser's great great grand daughter. I sit down in the posh chair next to her, and look at the crowd, smiling.
"Hello KYON!!" She says, the crowd quieting down. "So, you got an ELEVEN in training corect?"
"Yes, I did." I say nodding.
"Now how did you manage that?"
"A girl has her ways." The crowd laughs. I am not telling them that I insulted their beloved president.
"Well, quite some ways. So do you have any family?"
"Well yes. My little sister, Kaya, my older brother Benner, my older sister, Coria,"-who I failed to mention, abandoned us, maried a rich man, and took all his money-"And my mother."
"How old is your little sister?"
"11."
The crowd gasps.
"Well for her sake, and yours, I really do hope you make it home."
The interview ends.
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Aftermath (Hunger Games fanficish)
FanfictionWhat really happened after the revolution? Who is the president? Do the games still live? Kyon will tell you. She knows...
