The Girl From The Ashes (A The Hunger Games fan fiction)

Interviews (Chapter Eight)

Waking up in the morning still felt being a corpse and clawing out a coffin and endless layers of packed dirt to Diana. She doubted she'd ever really get used to it.

Before anyone could drag her out of bed, she hauled herself out- silently going into the bathroom in search of a shower. Soon enough she both clean and fully awake, even if the shower didn't change her becomingly average numb mood.

"Good morning Diana." Lunesta trilled from where she was sitting at the dining room table, her hands folded on the table and looking very formal.

Raising an eyebrow Diana went over to her and sat down across from her. Suddenly she noticed the bowl of fruit, specifically apples, a few feet shy of them and frowned, her hand absent mindedly reaching out and pushing it further away.

Lunesta didn't question it, but gave her an odd look. Sometimes tributes became insane before the games even started- so that was probably what she was thinking.

"Well, we have a busy day today Diana. You have an hour before Skai wants to get you ready for the interviews. Once your dressed you meet back up with the full team to work on how to sit, what to say, excetera... Then you do the actual interview." She explained, leaving through the day planner she had set before her on the table.

"For now, why don't we just put business aside and, you know, talk?" Lunesta suddenly turned from Diana's handler into an older sister. Pushing her day planner to join the bowl of apples she smirked. "Does over breakfast sound good? Pancakes, bacon and hash browns?"

With furrowed eyebrows Diana smiled back, only nodding in response.

"Great. I ordered it when you I heard you in the shower- so it'll be here in less than five minutes." She made a hand gesture that said Whatever, rolling her eyes. Diana wasn't sure how it related, but it seemed she was trying a bit to hard to relate.

"So, Skai's already shown you your dress? Please do tell me about it, she said it was seceret." Lunesta had a pleading look on her face, and Diana guessed that she was bit more obsessed with fashion than she thought. Just not Capitol fashion.

Diana gave a quick review of it, making it sound much less glamorous than it was, her voice also bringing it down. "It's made of silk and lace, and is coloured like smoke and ash. It had these loose braids of fabric in certain places, and is tight at the top and loose at the bottom- stopping around the knee."

"Oh, well it sounds beautiful. I'm sure you'll look beautiful." Diana's handler replied, noticing that the topic of clothing didn't capture Diana's attention and quickly changing tactics.

"Have you made any friends?" She asked, speaking slowly and acting as if she unsure if she should really ask. Of course she was talking about other tributes, and was probably wondering if she made alliances yet.

"No, but I made an enemy with District 2, and probably all of the careers."

Diana's voice was flat, matching Lunesta's emotionless face as she took it in. If Haymitch or Katniss had been there, they would have immediately freaked out- but Lunesta kept her opinions secret.

"Well, that's alright honey. Just don't spend any time with her."

It was code for avoid her in the arena, meaning Tatianna would probably try and rip her heart out and did with it what she did to the apple. Diana was debating wither or not to say anything about Trace as servants burst into the room with their breakfast.

Quickly tucking into her pancakes when they were set in front of her, Diana decided to just eat. The pancakes were as delicious as always, but it made Diana uneasy suddenly- wondering maybe it they were too good. Too perfect. That was really the problem with everything the Capitol produced.