(A/N: sorry for the lack of updates, I have been sick. So I read the Hunger games series. And I have had this idea in my head all week so here goes nothing)
I paced the hovercraft, worrying of what my father will think of me, considering the fact I have never met the man and now I am showing up on his doorstep looking for a place to live. Eventually my leg gets sore from rubbing against my prosthetic leg that started at my knee. I lost the lower half of it in the explosion that killed my mother. That is why I am going to live with my father, Haymitch Abernathy, because my mother is dead. "We are almost at District 12," says someone, I wasn't really paying too much attention to who said that.
After another 5 minutes, we arrived in the Victor Village. This is it, I thought to myself. I am finally going to meet my father. I got out of the hovercraft and looked around the village. It was almost nothing compared to the Capital. I grabbed my luggage (a suitcase and a backpack). And I walked over to a house and knocked on a door, suddenly my stomach got in knots. What am I going to say, nobody here even knows Haymitch has a daughter, he doesn't even know -. My thoughts were cut off when Katniss Everdeen opened the door. She looked at me and said, "Hello?" "Um, yes, I am looking for Haymitch Abernathy?" . She pointed over to a house that looked to be in a gross condition "Over there," her voice sounded distracted, like she was in deep thought. "Thanks," I said as I walked over to the house. I stepped up to the door and knocked on the door. A man who appeared to be drunk answered the door. "W-who are yo-you?" he slurred. " I am Raissa Abernathy" his facial features changed and he looked shocked. The bottle of liquor that was in his hand shattered on the pavement steps in front of his door. There was an awkward silence. He just stared at me, he looked at my eyes we had the same gray eyes. Then he stared my purple hair, I probably should have washed the dye out of my hair but I love my purple hair it was a sign of I am. "Is your mother Sylvie Guzman?" he asked and I nodded. "Um, well come on in." he said awkwardly. "Thanks" I said quietly. When I stepped in and the smell of cat urine was strong, oh God, I hope he doesn't have a cat. I hate cats and they hate me. I looked around, the place was a dump. I peered into the kitchen and saw a goose, I jumped back in shock, a goose? Suddenly my father put his hand on my shoulder, I jumped a bit but then he said "What'cha doin'?" he said, he smelled like alcohol. "Looking around." I said. I looked at my watch, 10:30, "Is there someplace I could sleep?" I asked, it had been a long day and I just wanted to sleep. "This way," he said, walking up the stairs, when we reached the top, he opened the door closest to the stair top, "Here you go," he said, when I stepped in, he closed the door. I looked around, the room looks as though nobody has ever even stayed in here. I plopped down on the bed and pulled out my silk night gown and changed into it. Afterwards, I climbed under the scratchy sheets, District 12 is very different than my home back at the Capitol. I tried to go to sleep but all I could do is sit, thinking of how much my life is changing.
(A/N: okay, so, I'm not really sure if I like this like a ton, but I always feel like this at first but anyway, tell me what you think or if I should continue… so I really think you should hit the magic button below )