The 71st Hunger Games
Chapter 15:
All the tributes get in a line. District 1 first, and District 12 last. It will take forever until its my go, so when District 4's man is on, I ask my stylist to get me a jam tart. "No no no. You cannot have a jam tart, you'll get it round your mouth and on your clothes. What were you thinking?!"
"I was thinking about jam tarts." I whisper to her, remembering the weakling act. "Now it's District 5. She fast and quite furious! Give it up for Rodeth Shelila!" Caesar shouted. Ok I need to think about what I should do when it's my go. I thought. Maybe I should trip up. I'm wearing wobbly heels so I probably will fall or trip anyway. I could hear Caesar laughing his usual creepy laugh. Capitol people annoy me so much! After 10 long minutes, I get ready to go on stage. "Thank you for coming to talk to us. Rian Medon everyone!" The crowd whoops and cheers. "And now it's District 7! Here is Johanna Mason! She shocked us with her score, but we don't know what she is like. Lets meet her!!" I step out onto the stage and adjust my crown of thorns. "Well hello my pretty lady." Caesar took my hand and kissed it. The crowd went wild. I blushed and sat down next to Caesar, I'm sure he's only trying to make me feel ok after the training score. "Hello." I whisper, looking down at my feet. I don't really say anything so it makes the crowd laugh. I could hear people whispering things like: 'no one Is going to give her a parachute' and 'she isn't going to last the bloodbath'. "Anyway, do you have any siblings?" Caesar asked. I shrugged. It was part of the act and I didn't want the whole of Panem to know personal things about me. A buzzer goes off that means that my time is up "Goodbye miss. Mason." Caesar said. The crowd give a weak cheer, as I walk off stage. On the way, I trip and rip my dress. Quickly, I run out of the spotlight. Blight mouths something and points behind me. I turned my head to look at what he was pointing to. It was my crown of thorns. I ran back on stage to pick it up. I make sure that when I bend down, the crowd can see the rip. Laughter fills my ears and I blush. I slip my high heels off and hobble backstage. "Well done Johanna." Blight whispers in my ear and pats me on the back. I nodded and ran to the lift. People might think it's because I made a fool of myself, but it's because I don't want people to see my smile.
