The Girl Who Cried

by DaughterofAphrodite101

You've all heard of "The Boy Who Cried Wolf" right? Well, this is my take on it using the Hunger Games characters and twisting the story around a bit. I hope that it's better than it sounds. P.S: please R&R! Give me suggestions on what to write next and how to make my story better. Also, reviews are like steroids for authors. (But in a good way) We suddenly go on a roll!

Effie's P.O.V

Boredom. That's the problem. Ever since the Hunger Games finished there's never anything to do in the Capitol. I could go to district 12 and see Haymitch. When I think of him it send pleasant shivers up my spine. Wow he's sexy. I want to kiss that man right on the lips and... oh, I'm getting ahead of myself. We haven't see each other in ages. I bet he doesn't even remember what I look like. I guess what I looked like before is nothing compared to now though. I have scars on my shoulders and arms from being kept hostage as a rebel during the rebellion, my hair isn't ever in a wig anymore and I've really toned down my clothing. I look at my blonde hair falling in ringlets around my shoulders and I smile. I've always enjoyed my hair. I never died it because I liked it once in a while. Now I wear it like this all the time and I'm proud of it, even though it may be graying a tiny bit at the roots. I should be proud that I made it this far in life as a rebel. I used to also cover up my scars. I was embarrassed of them and didn't find them flattering at all. Now I show them off to the world with strapless, sleeveless dresses and don't give a shit. I love my 'battle scars' as I've come to call them. I wonder what Haymitch would say if I showed up at his door in what I look like now. Would he even recognize me? I'm sure he would. He's seen my face close up in arguments before. He would know who I am... wouldn't he? I might as well go over to 12 and find out. I'll leave first thing tomorrow morning. I smile at the thought of seeing Haymitch agaim and settle into bed with thoughts of him fresh in my mind, as though I saw him today.

"Up, up, up! It's going to be a big, big, big day!" I'm about to hit the snooze button on the alarm that I recorded 5 years ago, but then I remember why I set it it for 7:00 in the morning. I shoot out of bed and get dressed into a green flowery dress and wedges. I comb my hair and put on some lip gloss as the final touch. I grab my suitcase (as I plan to convince Haymitch to let me stay over for a few nights), and head down to the train station. As I'm waiting for the train I think about if Haymitch changed at all. Will he still hate my accent and my peppiness? I'm sure he will. However, I'm not as happy as I used to be. After being kept hostage, memories haunt me at night and I think think that Haymitch's idea of is sleeping with a knife might not be such a bad one sometimes. The 'squeak' of the train breaks my train of thought. I get onto the train and head to an empty compartment. I lie down on a bed and close my eyes. It's far too early to be up on a Saturday. I wonder if Haymitch will be up when I arrive in district 12. It will be 12:00 when I get there, as we left at 8:00.

I am woken up by a loud 'squeak'. I don't remember falling asleep, but I must have if I am being woken up. I sit up and look in the mirror. I flatten out my hair and smile. Perfect! I grab my suitcase and head out of the train. The dust clings to my shoes as I walk, but i don't mind. I am a changed Effie. The old Effie would care if there was folth on her shoes, but not the new one. I am just happy to be able to have the opportunity to still be here and to have the filth on my shoes. I am getting giddier and giddier with excitement. When I finally reach the old drunk's door, I hesitate before knocking. Is it rude to show up at someone's house without notice? Haymitch never had much of a sense of manners anyways, so why should he care. I make the decision to knock quickly on his door. I expect to be kept waiting as I always am at Haymitch's house, but I'm not. I immediately hear footsteps waliking towards the door. These aren't the usual unsteady footsteps I am accustomed to hearing at his place. These are the steady, normal footsteps of a person who is completely sober. The knob turns and the door opens. A clean shaven well put together man opens the door. My first thougTy is that I came to the wrong house, but then I hear the familiar gruff voice say "Yes? Wgo are you and can I help you?"

A/N: uh oh, Haymitch doesn't recognize Effie and Effie noticed a different Haymitch. Have they both changed for the better?! What will happen when (or if) Haymitch finds out that it's Effie standing in front of him?

Dub dun dun. find out next time when you tune in for chapter two of "the girl who cried".