I totally made this up based on the very little I know about Hamitch. Basically there are three names in here and the district and some of the main points are similar. This is how I would have written Haymitch's point of view before his Games.

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Before that faithful reaping, Haymitch was a cocky teenager like all the others. His father worked in the coal mines and so did his older brother Hayden, on the days he wasn't in school or illegally hunting with that Everdeen guy Haymitch never got to meet. Haymitch was cocky and full of himself. Nothing ever made him a better or worse person, and you either loved or hated him.

He had a large group of friends, most of whom were girls who loved his looks. Of those who weren't his friends were the ones who didn't know him or the guys who were jealous. He loved the attention he received from the town with his work as the blacksmith's protégé. He was strong good looking and good at what he did.

The Hunger Games would change that in exactly a year's time. They watched as the last victim fall of the forty ninth Games and then all Haymitch's problems begun. He was young, too young to see any of this. Not the youngest by far, but too young none the less…

ONE YEAR BEFORE THE 50TH HUNGER GAMES

"You, Haymitch, where is your brother?" I turned to see my best friend running up behind me, coughing.

"What's wrong, Greisen?" I asked. He looked worried, and he only used my name when there was a problem. I was normally Mitch to him and Hayden.

"There's been a collapse at the mine. We need all the older hands we can get. I was nearby…" He stopped to catch his breath and I clutched his shoulder, holding him up by pressing my free hand to his heaving chest.

"I'll go get him and we can run down there." I said, but he grabbed my sleeve as if I was going to run off.

"You can't go. They won't let anyone under eighteen help. You're too young." He gasped, choking and spitting black liquid on the ground at our feet.

"What? It's my friends in there too!" I shouted, so angry already. I have been told that I boil faster than water and cool slower than the metal I work with.

"Haymitch, go get Hayden before I pummel you and do it myself." Greisen commanded me. I helped him limp over to the bakery then ran. The coal would make him sick for some time, it always did. I hoped he would never work there, since his asthma had kicked up really bad last summer.

I ran through the town and to the blacksmith where Hayden liked to hang out and help with work. He didn't officially work there but got paid for what he did while he kept Joel company. I slid past the main door and fell as if I was a baseball player sliding into Home. The snow had started to fall last night. It was a weak snow. Very unusual for the time of year, but not unheard of, just meant winter would be harsh this year.

"Haymitch, you alright out there?" I heard Joel yell. I propped myself on one elbow and shook the light snow from my hair. I hate snow.

"Fine, Joel, where is my brother? I need Hayden." I saw Joel slowly walked out the door, wiping his hands on a dirty rag before offering his hand to help me up. I winced slightly as pressure was added to my right ankle and ended up scrambling to my feet just to lean on the wall half doubled over with effort to keep myself up.

"You should go see the apothecary woman. She can help you with that ankle." He said. I could feel no heat radiating from him so the smith wasn't hot yet. Hayden wasn't here.

"She'll be busy today, 'ave you seen Hayden?" I asked, trying to adjust to the pain of pressure on my ankle.

"Yeah, I have, he said that he was going home early so he could get some sleep in before his shift in the mines tonight. I wasn't going to light up until you got here." Joel patted my back and I grinned then looked back to my foot.

"Well, I have to be going." I sighed and then took a few test steps on my ankle and he grabbed my arm.

"What is the rush that you have to injure yourself worse?" He asked as I flipped my soaked brown hair out of my face, just to have it smack the other side of my face and stick to my cheek and lips.

"The mines caved in. Oh, I am so dumb! Joel. Could you spare a few hours and go down there? They need all the help, over eighteen, that they can get." I sighed to hide the pain in my leg, now.

"Oh yeah, right away." Joel let me go, gently, then ran off the direction of the mines. I walked, inhaled, then sprinted the whole way home. I was in tears and almost passed out in the kitchen as I called Hayden's name. Hayden ran out of his room, shirtless and hair askew.

"What's going on Mitch?" Hayden asked, innocent and groggily.

"Hayden, the mines, oh, agh!' I winced and collapsed into the chair, almost falling all the way to the floor before he grabbed my shoulders.

"Haymitch, what's going on? You're freaking me out, Brother." He shook me lightly and I wiped my sweat and sticky wet hair out of my face.

"Mine caved in. I ran here to tell you." I huffed and leaned over to rub my ankle, looking up through the hair, now back in my face. He nodded and bit his lip.

Everyone told me I looked like him, but I knew they lied. He could be from the capitol. He was gorgeous to everyone, and I could say that without sounding gay. He had straight black hair that hung in his face just right, like his flipped it so much it lay off to the side. The sleepless nights gave the illusion of black eyeliner and the coal dust, he never seemed able to get all the way out of his pores, gave his eyelids a Capitol glitter as well as his hair. He was tall and very muscular. Even though he had the same eyes we all did, those grey eyes of the Seam, he gave them a new beauty.

Then his only rival in beauty walked into the room. With a blonde bun on her head, Arial looked like a Capitol woman but more beautiful because it was natural. She was tall and almost translucent, she was so pale. Her pink lips were the only color to her face, other than the blush that crept into her cheeks when around Hayden. She always wore a flannel white dress that somehow was always clean. She had some wild flowers around her house that could be ground into a gold powder, so her eyelids shined when she blinked. They were the perfect contradictory couple.

"What's wrong, Hayden?" She asked, yanking him from his reverie.

"Huh?" He looked up at her and nodded, "Can you watch Mitch while I run to the mines?" At this point my head started to spin, so I laid it on the table, using my arm as a pillow. I barely caught their conversation.

"Wrong…?" She said. I wavered in and out of consciousness because I was tired and my foot hurt, and to tell the truth I was starting to feel a hangover long overdue.

"Mines…think he's hung-over…" I heard Hayden.

"Ankle looks bad…" She said more but at this point I was blacking out fully. I woke up for a moment and was being carried then woke up in bed a bit later. I was conscious enough to ask Arial what was going on.

"You have a concussion, dear. You fell harder than you thought." Then I was out again. The blackness enveloped me and I slept, for the last night , with no nightmares.

Hope you enjoyed chapter one. Now that I don't have so much work during summer I will be writing a lot more. Review please?