The male tribute from district five walked off of the stage. I heard clapping in the background, he must have done well. I heard my name and district called, but couldn't bring myself to move.
I had seen what happened to the people who did bad interviews, they got no sponsors; and when they got no sponsors, the chances of them dying from a burn or a small infection became notably bigger than those people with sponsors.
I felt a shove on my back. I stumbled up the stairs into the light of the stage. My heart was pounding so loudly that I almost didn't hear when I was asked to sit down.
"So, I hear you're from district six then?" Came the first question. I opened my mouth to speak but no words came out. I nodded.
"We've also heard that you're quite a whiz with medicines...do you think that this skill will help you win, as you are no doubt planning to do?"
I looked at my hands clasped together on my lap. I was wearing a dress made to look like a train, but truthfully I found it hideous.
"Um, the question?" I heard them ask again.
"Right, sorry." I heard a small chuckle come from the audience. Laughing at my embarrassment no doubt, jerks. "I, personally, am not planning on winning, thought I believe that my skills could allow me to help other tributes in the arena, ones with greater chances of winning."
"Ok, so...If I heard correctly...you are going to help the people that are going to try to kill you?"
I nodded, "But winning would be nice." I added.
"Well, that is all the time we have. Selenia, age fourteen, district six." I bolted off the stage before the interviewer had finished speaking, and passed out in my seat.
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