Lucas:
He watched Rose come back from the interviews. Wonder how it was. Was it scary? Was it weird? He trotted up to the stage, looking confident, but actually quite scared. He didn't want the Capitol to know he was impaired though they probably know that already. "Lucas O'Connor," the interviewer called out, which caught him off guard slightly. He sat down quickly, hoping not to waste time. "Hi," he said, his voice quieter than usual. "Hello. How's it like in District 7? We're all wondering that." Lucas caught a glimpse of several nods, and even a few yeah's from the audience. "Well, there's a lot of trees," he replied, struggling to describe his home. A lot of people die from the trees. There isn't much else other than trees, he wanted to say. "Well of course," the interviewer responded, "but is there anything else?" He shook his head, refraining from speaking the truth. They wouldn't want to know it anyway. "I heard you got a 6 in training." The man commented. He nodded his head shyly. I should have stuck with the axes, he scolded himself. "Do you think that's going to affect how you do in the games?" He asked. Lucas shrugged. "No. Why would it?" he said, "Someone else's opinion shouldn't change how I act." The interviewer looked to the audience with a suspicious-looking smile on his face. "Wise words from an interesting boy," he declares. The crowd burst into cheer. "Ha! Just one last thing. Who do you plan to leave the games with?" He questioned, which caused Lucas to blush. "Your district counterpart, Rose? Or that girl from District 8, Venus?" He stuttered for a while, unsure what to say. he hadn't decided yet. "We're out of time!" The interviewer exclaimed. Lucas got up, eager to leave. "See you in the arena!" He waved slightly, and the shuffled off the stage.






















