User blog comment:District12-Tributes/The 227th Annual Hunger Games/@comment-5385060-20121024204312/@comment-5385060-20121024233605

Here's the interview, my head hurts too much to go into total detail, but I don't want to hold back the games. I'd feel guilty, while I'm trying to rest;

Layla's Interview

I stand, waiting, watching, wondering. So many others have gone before me. All that's left, is me, Griffin and boy and girl from 13. I don't know their names. I feel stunningly beautiful. The dress is amazing, most likely worth more than the whole seam. For a moment, I feel guilty that my family is probably at home, crying for me, and I'm stood there looking amazing. I hope that I won't be punished by the game keepers, for wearing the same dress as the legendary Katniss Everdeen.

I hear my name, "Next is Layla Cypress!"

I walked onto the stage, Piper's smiling face is reassuring. I sit down in the seat, with a smile on my face, hoping that seeing me healthy and well fed will give my family comfort.

"Welcome, Layla... and must I say, you look beautiful in that dress," Piper says.

I blushed. "Thank you..." I mutter.

"About your reaping," Piper continues, taking my hand in her own reassuringly. "You looked almost heart broken. Were you leaving someone important behind?"

"Yes..." I reply, fighting back the tears. "My family."

"Were any of your brothers or sisters in the square?" Piper asked.

"Two of my brothers, Lyle and Vaughn... it was Lyle's second reaping, Vaughn's first," I say. I wanted to add 'my last' but if I did, I knew that I would break down in tears. I don't want my family to see that.

"Do you have any other siblings?" Piper asked.

"Seven... three are older than me, four are younger," I reply. I feel like I'm just going through the motions, just answering questions, not taking them in.

"Why don't you say a little something to them now? I bet your words would help them, too," Piper suggests.

"To my mother and father, Felicia and Kallen... I love you both," I say into the camera. "Thank you for raising me. To Logan, good luck with your girlfriend... I hope you get married. Darren, I know we didn't see eye to eye, but I don't hold a grudge, not anymore. Sam... I wish you all the happiness in the world, I'm glad you never had to experience this. Lyle and Vaughn, I hope that you never get reaped, that you get to live long and happy lives. Peter... just one year until you have to stand in the square... I hope it never happens. Leon... you're too young to understand, but one day, I hope Mom and Dad tell you about me... if I don't make it. I want all of you to know, I'll do whatever it takes to come back to you. If I succeed... start choosing a house in Victor's Village." I almost choke on my own words, near the end.

"Such moving sentiments," Piper said, giving my hand a gentle squeeze. "I'm very sorry that this had to happen to you, and I hope that you can return to your family."

Her words are comforting. I feel at peace, like I have said my final goodbyes to my family. I hold no grudges. All that's left, is to win, if I can.

"Everyone, give a round of applause, for Layla Cypress, the girl from 12," Piper says.

As the audience cheers, I suddenly want to stand up. I step away from my chair, and twirl, making the gems glisten, like fire. The gamemakers may not like it, but maybe the luck of the girl on fire, may help me win.

The audience is delighted, clapping and cheering. "That's for you, my family," I mouth to the camera.

Piper finishes up the interview, and I leave the stage. I feel good, like I just might have made a difference.