The rise of Panem

Chapter 55

"Ok, today are the interviews, we are going to practice," Effie says. I don't think I need practice. I did a speeches at school and I got interviewed on the news after a kidnapping accident of my neighbors after there son got kidnapped. "Niall, you start and Bailey, got with Effie," Aedin orders. I run to my room and get in skinny jeans with a frilly shirt.

Effie gives me heals and makes me put them on. I sometimes wore high heals, but these were super high. I kept wobbling around until I finally fall on the bed. Effie gasps in disgust. "Deary, you may not show that horror to the audience," Effie shrieks. I get back on my feet, hold out my arms and slowly walk. I didn't trip, but I still didn't impress her. "No no NO, attitude, style, grace, passion," she squeaks. I see girls at my school, blonde hair in curls, designer jeans walking across the hallways, on they phones. I walk across the room and make my hair fly back as I walk. When I get to the wall, turn around and make hair fly. Lean in and batt my eyelashes. "Marvelous, just marvelous," yells Effie. This goes on for a few hours until Aedin walks in. "Niall is amazing, how's Bailey," she asks. "Amazing, time to switch," asks Effie. Aedin nods, saying that it is. I was so happy since I get to stop wearing those heals for now. When I take them off, my feet are hurting. I have to point and roll them a few times before they feel normal.

"Ok, we are going to work on your interview," Aedin says. This seems easier than those heals. "Who is your family," she asks. "Me, my little sister, and dad, my mom died," I say. She asks me a bunch of obvious questions, like if I'm nervous, if I am going to make shelter, or if you knew your district partner. After a few hours, it was done and we were in the hands of Riker.

"Can you try this on," asks Riker. It was a strapless dress with a pink sparkly top and a ruffled poofy light pink bottom. It was very girlish, but really pretty. I get a towel and put it on. I thought the no straps thing would make it fall down, but it stayed perfect. Riker and the prep team cheered and clapped. "Perfect," Riker cheers. Next is my hair and makeup. I don't know what there doing because Aedin told me to make up a list of angles to play during this interview, and I had a list going on in my head.

Girly

Vicious killer

Sweet

Beautiful

Nervous

Funny

Romantic

I thought of the rules Aedin said for it.

People have to like it

It has to be attractive

Has to be normal

And it has to earn sponsers

People aren't going to like nervous or sweet. Those were out. Vicious killer isn't really attractive. That one was out. Funny, girly are not normal. That left me with the last rule. That left me with Romantic and Beautiful. I don't know, but after thinking long and hard, I settled on beautiful.

"Done," Riker says. He gives me the mirror, and I stared in it which seemed like forever. I looked like I was prom queen. My hair was poofed up while the rest of it was straightened down. I had 2 beautiful wings, which both of them were perfect. Was that even possible? I had pink eyeshadow and lipstick that matched my dress. I had blush and mascara and three jewels going down my face connected with a squiggly line that was made by face paint. "Riker, you've outdid yourself," I say. He nods and blinks it away. "Bailey, you beautiful and I was too afraid to tell my feelings for you, knowing that you were taken by Liam, and I'm just afraid that you'll be mad at me," he said.

I lean in and kiss his cheek. Of course I wouldn't, were friends right," I say.

"Oh, right," Riker says disappointed.

What have I done!