Writers' Games - Free Falling {CLOSED}

Willow Anesha's Interview

I smoothed my green dress down, my stomach in knots. I really didn't care if I messed up. I was going to die anyways.

My dress was green, and covered in clear sequins. It was long, and trailed in the back. I wore big green heels, and my hair was in a top knot. I looked at myself and saw a small, bone skinny girl. I sighed and lined up with the rest of the tributes.

Soon enough, I was up.

"Please welcome..." The interviewer, Sequin Sparkles, said in a stupidly high pitched voice. "Willow Anesha of District 9!"

I didn't move.

I stood, frozen with fear. The peacekeepers tried to push me out, but I dug my heels into the ground.

"Hello?" Sequin asked.

I stood, wide eyed, frozen as Peacekeepers pressed against my back, forcing my forward. I fell flat on my face and my nose started to gush. Sequin marched backstage, as I lay on the ground. Peacekeepers picked me up and took me back to my prep room, blood still gushing from my nose, and my dress covered in it. Best interview ever.