Голодные игры
Chapter 9
AllIcanthinkishowunjustthewholethingis,theHungerGames.WhyamIhoppingaroundlikesometraineddogtryingtopleasepeopleIhate?Thelongertheinterviewgoeson,themoremyfuryseemstorisetothesurface,untilI’mliterallyspittingoutanswersathim.
"Allright,enough,"hesays."We’vegottofindanotherangle.Notonlyareyouhostile,Idon’tknowanythingaboutyou.I’veaskedyoufiftyquestionsandstillhavenosenseofyourlife,yourfamily,whatyoucareabout.Theywanttoknowaboutyou,Katniss."
"ButIdon’twantthemto!They’realreadytakingmyfuture!Theycan’thavethethingsthatmatteredtomeinthepast!"Isay.
"Thenlie!Makesomethingup!"saysHaymitch.
"I’mnotgoodatlying,"Isay.
"Well,youbetterlearnfast.You’vegotaboutasmuchcharmasadeadslug,"saysHaymitch.
Ouch.Thathurts.EvenHaymitchmustknowhe’sbeentooharshbecausehisvoicesoftens."Here’sanidea.Tryactinghumble."
"Humble,"Iecho.
"Thatyoucan’tbelievealittlegirlfromDistrictTwelvehasdonethiswell.Thewholething’sbeenmorethanyouevercouldhavedreamedof.TalkaboutCinna’sclothes.Hownicethepeopleare.Howthecityamazesyou.Ifyouwon’ttalkaboutyourself,atleastcomplimenttheaudience.Justkeepturningitbackaround,allright.Gush."
Thenexthoursareagonizing.Atonce,it’sclearIcannotgush.Wetrymeplayingcocky,butIjustdon’thavethearrogance.Apparently,I’mtoo"vulnerable"forferocity.I’mnotwitty.Funny.Sexy.Ormysterious.
