A knock on my door interrupts my sleepy trance. I've been staying in bed the whole day, dreading for what's going to happen tomorrow, but having no control over it. Today is Interview Day, and I go into the arena tomorrow.

"Celestia?" Ben, eyes wide open, says. "Katniss ... wants you to join dinner now." She hurriedly leaves. 

Groaning, I pull on a fuzzy bathrobe and walk up to the dining room barefoot, not caring much about the astonished gaze in Brooke's eyes. 

I raise an eyebrow at her. "We're not in the Capitol anymore, you know. No one cares how you look."

She shyly turns away back to her food, and I start gobbling up mine, knowing this will be one of the last actual meals I'll eat before entering the death arena. 

I start thinking about what places every tribute would rank in the Games. It's almost obvious that Brooke will die in the bloodbath. Benjamin and Alistair might make it a few days, but that's probably about it. Of course, if they allied together, then they'd maybe last about a week or so. That lanky, angry boy who Enobaria chose and the egghead from Beetee's group will totally be two of the top five tributes still alive around the last few days of the Hunger Games, where tension fills the air thick as rolling fog. Scarlett, well, she'll definitely prevail longer than me; maybe she'd even have a chance of winning! And I should probably live to the middle of the Games, but then die at the claws of some huge mutation the Gamemakers created.

I notice that the fork in my hand is unconsciously twirling circles in my mashed potatoes, and that my eyes are a bit worn out with staring at the tablecloth. "I'm not hungry anymore," I say, standing up.

"Your stylist is downstairs on the floor right above the training center," Katniss mutters emotionlessly.

"Okay." I step into the glass elevator, zooming down to the floor. Right as the doors open again, I see Hiro already standing there in front of me, causing me to scream, 

"AAAAUUGGGHHH!"

"Easy, easy." He awkwardly patted my shoulder with his free hand, whereas the other one already holds a clothing bag. "The changing room is right down the hallway."

I quickly find the changing room, and slip the outfit on. (A/N: See picture above) It's smooth and silky, unlike the other scratchy, hot garments I've been dressed in my whole life. 

I look in the mirror. I am wearing a long, clear white dress with absolutely no sparkles, jewels, or other adornments, so my stylist is still giving everyone my Capitol impression, since we were said to be pure and perfect, with nothing bad that could get in the way of our power. 

Suddenly, something else falls out of my clothing bag. It's a ruffled black sash, measured to go flawlessly around my waist. 

The white dress and black sash compliment each other, but really, they're meant to represent the Capitol and the rebels, completely opposite to one another, but both sticking out sharp as needles.

My stylist comes in, and irons my hair up into flowing blond curls. He then drapes a black, beaded necklace loosely across my collarbones, and gives me a small touch of blush, eyeshadow, and lipgloss. "Perfect," he mouthes, then exits.

I step out, and see a large group of other tributes in a room, in their interview clothing already lined up. A lady sharply pinches my shoulder, and steers me so that I'm standing right behind Ben and in front of Alistair since I was the third tribute to be reaped.

Katniss was supposed to assign each of us an angle, or character, to play during the interview, but I guess she forgot. Oh well, I already planned to act cute, sweet, and innocent, maybe even a bit sassy.

A TV hanging on the bright golden walls lights up, and Caesar Flickerman, this time with a ridiculous rainbow hairdo, starts greeting the audience and saying an introduction. Then he says, "Now, let's welcome our first tribute, Brooke Glitter!"

An escort grabs Brooke and leads her up onto the stage. She looks down at the massive crowd gathered below her, and stumbles on a step, tripping with her face flat on the floor.

Caesar helps her up, and starts throwing questions at her. Soon, Brooke's turn is over and Benjamin replaces her in the tribute's seat.

Finally, it's my turn. The escort takes my arm, walking me up a flight of stairs and onto the giant stage, where I am showered by millions of golden lights. I think they even started moving as I sat down in my seat.

"Well," Caesar starts. "Here we now have Celestia Snow, former daughter of Panem, as a tribute in these Games. Tell me, how did you feel when you were reaped?"

I answer, "I expected it, of course, with me being the Capitol's darling and all, but I'm going to miss my mother and little brother at home." Suddenly, an idea hit my mind.

"His name is Caleb, and he's barely in kindergarten. He has no idea that I possibly may not go back home to see him, and that will slowly tear him down. So please," I turn to the audience. "Help me make it through this arena and you all will be rewarded ... all the makeup and clothing that you can get!"

Caesar nods. "Very, very touching. Now, Celestia, what did you think of that Eight you scored in the evaluations?"

"I think that number will ward off some attackers for a couple of days, but then I'll have to be on my heels."

The last question he asks catches me off guard: "Anyone you love here?"

An awkward silence passes through the air, and I take a long length of  ten seconds to conjure up my reply. "Um, even if I loved someone, I don't think that would help me, since I'm trying to win these Games, but that person might have to see me die right there on the screen."

"Well, there you have it," Caesar concludes. "Celestia Snow, Panem's former princess!"

I exit and take the elevator upstairs into my floor, where Katniss is sitting on the couch watching Alistair getting interviewed.

I'm about to go to my room and get some sleep, when my mentor calls, "Celestia." Confused, I walk over.

"Good job on the interview," Katniss sends me an actual grin, gray eyes meeting blue.

Shocked, I whisper, "Thank you."

"Now," she puts a hand on my shoulder. "I'm counting on you to win. You seem to show some potential, and I'll be sending you whatever you need to make it through that arena. Do your best and don't run into the cornucopia, okay?"

I nod silently.

"Good, get some sleep."

I walk to my room, head buzzing with thoughts and questions. Why did Katniss Everdeen suddenly warm up to me? How will the other tributes do in the Games? Will I win them?

Shaking me head, I change into pajamas and grab Caleb's picture with me as I crawl into bed. I'll need lots of energy tomorrow, so I better fall asleep quickly.

The trouble is, I don't know how to.