He was the dark, mysterious kid from the seam.
No one wanted to mess with him, for fear of getting beaten up.
Girls whispered about how good looking he was, but were too scared to talk to him.
Never talking, never noticed, Haymitch Abernathy became invisible to his classmates; until a certain 50th anniversary of a certain Hunger Games…
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"Haybitch Abernathy!" The announcer called, but not without a snicker.
The crowd parted to let a glaring teenager jump onto the stage and snatch the microphone out of the petrified man's hand and growl, "Haymitch. Haymitch Abernathy."
He stepped back and refused to look at the stupefied girls and boy standing next to him, his face carved out of rock.
"Geez," the man muttered and then said, "Okay, Haymitch Abernathy is our second male tribute for this year's 50th Hunger Games! Congratulations are in store this year's lucky tributes…."
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