p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"The little girl with the dark curls and blue eyes had never been up in her aunt's and uncle's attic before. She didn't even know where to start poking her head into first. Clumsily, she tumbled across a box that had her aunt's name on it: 'Effie Trinket: District 12 Escort'. Inside, golden accessories glimmered in the shape of a particular bird, one she knew she'd seen before on tv or in old graffits on buildings. Her tiny fingers ran through flamboyant dresses and wigs in colours she'd never even seen before. Immediately, she dressed up in anything she could find. br / As soon as she was done she rushed downstairs and called for her aunt. Her aunt had a tired look on her face, her simple hair tied back tightly. As she saw her niece, all color drained from her cheeks. Her gray eyes quickly started shimmering and she had to put her fingers up to her trembling lips in order to steady them. All she could say was his name, the name of the only person who had ever been able to get her back to herself, even after she had disguised herself as a completely different person. br / "Haymitch!"br / He came darting in, sensing the desperation in his wife's voice, knowing how she was holding back tears. As he saw what was in front of them it was like he had the key to Effie's mind, the images of the memories flashing before her eyes and bringing back her pain. For a long time he had been the only one she trusted, the only one who knew the real Effie Trinket…She was the forgotten District 12 girl who had lost her whole family to the Games. At only 16 she had fled to the Capitol, hid herself behind the dresses, makeup and wigs. Her only wish was to make a change to this brutal world, so she signed up to be her old district's escort. Every year she'd grow attached to her tributes, treat them as her own children, trying her best to make them finally come back safely. That day never came. She started losing hope, and as the years passed she slowly started losing herself in the Capitol lifestyle, not knowing who she truly was. Until she met the little girl's parents. /p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"Haymitch was just about to say something to Effie when she walked up to the girl and knelt down next to her./p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""Sweetie," A tear dribbling down her cheek brought color back to her as a paintbrush to an empty canvas. "You look fabulous." She forced a smile. "But I want you to promise me you'll never hide yourself behind all of this." /p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"Slowly she started taking off the girl's wig and wiped messy makeup off her puffy cheeks./p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""You are beautiful just the way you are. Don't you ever forget that."/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;" And when the second tear fell, she knew it was from remembering off by heart what Haymitch always used to tell / The doors to the room opened, and a young and strong couple Effie owed her life to came in. All she could see in them was a large flame and she remembered how she used to just see a sizzling spark. They were her hope. The two that finally / "Our victors." she whispered to Haymitch./p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"Haymitch was just about to say something to Effie when she walked up to the girl and knelt down next to her./p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""Sweetie," A tear dribbling down her cheek brought color back to her as a paintbrush to an empty canvas. "You look fabulous." She forced a smile. "But I want you to promise me you'll never hide yourself behind all of this." /p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"Slowly she started taking off the girl's wig and wiped messy makeup off her puffy cheeks./p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""You are beautiful just the way you are. Don't you ever forget that."/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;" And when the second tear fell, she knew it was from remembering off by heart what Haymitch always used to tell / The doors to the room opened, and a young and strong couple Effie owed her life to came in. All she could see in them was a large flame and she remembered how she used to just see a sizzling spark. They were her hope. The two that finally / "Our victors." she whispered to Haymitch./p
