Coming to a point where either I die or she dies

The train wasn't all that bad and getting there wasn't either. But now it was time for the interviews. I had asked for private training. I didn't like Haymitch but atleast he's cleaned up a bit. I know what I'm going to say. I'm going to say that I love her. To protect her, she won't beleive me though. Haymitch is teaching me what to be like. Then it's Effie's turn...

 

We're all in line, getting our interviews. Our annual interviews person is good at his job. I don't care to mention his name though. When It's Katnisses turn she looks beautiful. The jewels on her dress shimmer when she moves. They make her look like she's on fire. Katniss, the girl on fire...I think. She spins and sits down giggling, I love her laugh. Now I am sure what I am going to do is for the best. Finally it's my turn, I walk out and sit on the chair. They ask me questions and I answer making jokes. Finally he ask if I have an admirer waiting for me. I take a deep breath, "well, kind of" I say. "Who is it? Can you wait until you win and go home?" he asks. "Well, I wouldn't be so sure about that. You see, she's here, right now" I say. I see Katniss blush, perfect for the cameras. But underneath I see anger bubbling. Oh no, I shouldn't have said it. The interviewer looks taken aback and then the three minutes are over. I get up and we walk into the elevator. I love the elevator. But that's the only thing I like. It gives you a thrill to look down. When we get of though, Katnisse's anger shows clearly. Warning bell! She turns around and punches me in the shoulder. Definatly angry. "Why? Why would you say that?" she asks in that beautiful voice. "Hey, did you ever think I was doing it for our safety" I say. It's like when you have fire you can always dump water on it. That's what happened to Katniss. All her anger sizzled away replaced by sorryness. "I'm sorry" she sais then walks to her room. I go to mine and go on the bed...

 

I couldn't sleep, so I went to the building top. I look down and see a big party going on. Celebrating out deaths, I thought suddenly I was seized with anger. Then I heard Katniss, I turn to look at her. "You couldn't sleep too?" I say. "No" she sais. She walks over to me and stands there. "Look at all those people down there celebrating out deaths, it's sick" I sya. She doesn't respond. "Before I die I want to tell them I died because of them. I wanted to make a stand." I say. She looks at me puzzled, I turn to go. She follows and we part. Even though I'd do anything but want to part. Effie comes and wakes me up. It's the day we're going into the arena. I know Effie actually liked us this year. We went to the roof and I got lifted up into the helicopter paralized to the ladder. They stuck the tracker in my arm and then I was let go...

 

When we got there my make-up artist came and helped me into the jacket and clothes. Then I was lifted into the arena. We had to stay on the platforms for sixty seconds or our legs would be blown up. I saw Katniss eyeing the bow and arrows hungrily. I shake my head, then the horn sounds. She scowls at me, and goes for an orange bag. There's a guy who tries to get it but someone throws a knife at him. Blood spurts over Katniss, I almost gag at the sight. Then she runs the same girl throws a knife at her but it lodges in her backpack. I run to the bow and arrow so I could give it to katniss. Something was behind me...

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