Mockingjay's Daughter (Hunger Games Fanfiction)

Chapter 13: Prim

*This is a picture of Drakob White*

Effie and Lanore are surprisingly standing backstage with open arms as I leave. When I walk over, they greet me with a hug.

"Well done Willow, you did really well and the crowd seemed to love you." Lanore commented watching the TV screen of the interview stage.

We are all standing backstage (apart from my parents who are still in the audience) and watch Drakob enter.

He casually walks onto the stage ignoring Caesar holding out his hand for him to shake and sits down on the chair before even being asked to. The audience give a surprise gasp at this, and shake their heads in disgust.

"So. Drakob White," Caesar puts down his hand held out for Drakob to shake and also takes a seat, "how are you?"

"Oh," he replies sarcastically. "Knowing that I'm going to have to kill innocent people and probably going to die also?" He hisses rhetorically, "just fine!"

Drakob's face was stone angry, it looked like the flesh was going to melt off his face.

The audience could also see this, they where mumbling away like bees buzzing. It was obvious that Drakob didn't want to be here and his mood proved it perfectly.

"Yes well it is going to be in your self defence Drakob," Caesar try's to reason calming his voice. "It...won't make you a bad person."

Drakobs sitting pose stiffened and he paused for a while before speaking, "of corse it makes me a bad person. Killing innocent people is not a good thing..." He took a deep sigh, " I don't see what you lot get out of watching us, mostly little kids being murdered when you know they haven't got a chance of winning." He then looks upon the audience and shouted; "How would you like it if your kids were sitting here?!"

"Now Drakob calm down..." Caesar looks at his neon orange cards he was holding in his left hand. "So is their anyone that you are friendly with here?"

"Not really." His voice is a lot quieter now.

"Not really? C'mon their must be someone you get along with here. Right folks?" The audience give a weak, uninterested cheer.

"Willow and her parents I guess," He cannot look Caesar in the eye now.

The audience give a 'ohhhh,' as if we were at a pantomime performance instead of an interview.

Was Drakob...shy?!

"The Mellark family? Why is this then?" Caesar leans closer to get the gossip is Drakob.

What? Me?

I mean, yeah my parents. But me?! I thought that he hated my guts.

"Because they seem like the only nice people here that aren't crazy." The audience give another gasp in disgust.

Was Drakob stupid? He does know that he will end up with no sponsors now by insulting them, despite it being true. But again, why was he acting like this? Well I didn't know him properly in person before the games so I don't know what he was like. Was he really always as bad as this?

And why am I asking myself all these questions about Drakob? I don't even like him...but he was nice to me before saying I looked pretty in my dress, which I stupidly said back to him that he did. I really cannot get over how stupid I was saying that.

No Willow, shut up. You don't like him. I mean I don't hate him but I don't like him either, aqquientes right?

Wrong.

I like him better than an acquaintance because he can be nice once in a very short lived while like before, but that also contrasts of him being a moody hormonal jerk. I cannot blame him though, it was pure misery being here to go into the games, I don't know what I would do without my parents being here to support me through all this.