Interviews Hunger Games Novels & Stories

I didn't think there would be any human or Elvian hiding in the short shrub. Knowing that I immediately took an arrow from the quiver and tried to pull the bow like Katniss Everdeen in The Hunger Games movie. My eyes remained focused on the target, and I got ready to release the arrow without hesitation. We would be lucky enough to get four-horned sheep because that animal was usually located near the Elvian town. The black market and collectors would surely pay very high for its horns and nails. Perhaps, I could live with luxury for a few weeks.

Interview that I have a chance to take back the book that is due to me. I approached the Nurse and asked what Grandma could eat. "Hmmm. Miss Yuki's interview, what time will it be held and where?" my groin "Because I'm also a fan of his." "Eight o'clock at night, by the Concourse Building." “Thank you.” I hurriedly bought Grandma's food, and ate it. I look at the time... It's only an hour before the interview starts. I have to go and protest Yuki's lie and theft of my manuscript.

I guess this it. A full hour passed and it was finally my turn. "Name, please?" The woman, who is supposed to be my interviewer asked. This is it. I took a deep breath. Looking straight at the camera, I spoke. "Danika. Danika Solaris." I answered. The woman smiled. She seemed genuine and kind, unlike the women in my pack who pretended like I didn't exist. "Danika, this is only a screening. Hundreds have been interviewed but only ten will be chosen as final candidates for the Luna Trials. I will ask you a couple of questions about yourself, then we will proceed to the final question."

“He forgets to eat.” “Traitor.” “It’s true.” Jamie smirks. “Dad kept checking interviews online. He pretends he doesn’t care, but he does.” Grayson shoots him a look. “Jamie.” “What? It’s cute.” I turn to him slowly. “You watched my interviews?” He shrugs, like it’s nothing. “Maybe.” “How many?” “Most of them.” And there it is again that stupid, fast heartbeat I can never control around him. “You didn’t tell me.”

“Oh okay, please i would like ti see the email to confirm and any of your national identity card would be helpful too.” “Okay, ma’am.” I took out my phone from my purse and brought out the email, showing her and also my National identity card. “Okay, that is confirmed. You can go to the auditorium and wait for Mr Rogers, he is doing the one doing the interview.” I swallowed hard, i was going to be face to face with a millionaire and if fate has it, my future boss. “One on one? Like in the same room?” “Yes, he personally requested that the girls would be interviewed by him.”

She seems don't mind the cut off and continued with a strange expression, “This is confidential-” “How can you say it is when you handed me a jade of information?!” She craned her neck, lost all the necessary excuses. She sigh after realizing I already frustrated. She ask with a bit of confussion, “How can the young lady realize my lies?” I sneered. “You really asking that? Really, how can you be a huntress?” She pondered about it, and it only cause my heart to shook with too much frustration. She said after, “Well, I'm not actually a huntress...”

he replied gratefully, giving me a soft kiss on the lips, "you're the best. Are you going to be okay with all of this? Do you want me to send someone to help you out? Five people is a lot of interviews for one day. It can be intense to say the least. Of course, when I interviewed people for the business, it was a whole different thing. Their skill sets weren't, shall we say, suitable for children." I smiled, imagining Jaxon interviewing wise guys for a job. Asking them questions about their proficiency level in shooting and beating people up. I briefly wondered if they actually had to demonstrate these skills during the meeting, and shook my head, deciding that I didn't want to know. My rev

"Are you Ms. Vergara?" She nodded. They did not hesitate to approach her and identify who they were. They asked if she could be interviewed for ten minutes. She looked at Hera and Trixie, the two just shrugged. "What's the purpose of this interview?" she asked seriously. "There's a rumor about this Coffee Girl."

I yelp. “What was that for?” “That was for talking nonsense. Listen carefully—one bad chapter doesn't mean your entire story is over.” My eyes sting unexpectedly. I hate when she does that—when she says simple things that somehow hit directly where it hurts. Our third interview happens at a corporate office downtown. The building is not as impressive as the hotel. But something about it feels better. The interviewer is a woman in her late forties. Professional and direct. For the first time all day, nobody recognizes me. Nobody asks about Grey. She only asks about me—what I can do, what I know, and what I want.

“Maya… the one GOG talks about?” “Yeah. I*******m. Trending.” My stomach clenched. My heels kept clicking. I didn’t break stride. I’d been trained for this — pageants, interviews, fundraisers with smiling men who were only there to take pictures. You learn to hear everything and react to nothing. But curiosity is a beast.