Effie Trinket does not get mad. I do not get ruffled and hardly anything gets under my skin. There are only three things that actually do:

1. Lack of manners.

2. My tributes dieing.

3. Haymitch Abernathy.

So with the three mixed, yes, I was a bit peeved. Haymitch acting like a drunken fool makes the three collide. First, there's Haymitch, an in the state he's in, manners are just out the window. Also, he was no shape to give the tributes any advice, almost insuring their deaths.

"Maybe if you would stop drinking for two minutes they might have an actual mentor!"

"What's so great about a mentor? It's not like it's going to help their chances. Besides I didn't have one and I survived," Haymitch shrugged.

There were tears threatening to spill, and my voice was a bit off, "But they shouldn't have to." I stormed out of the train's dinning room and down the hall before stopping to compose myself. I leaned against the wall and took a deep breath.

Good thing I was leaning against the wall or I would have fallen when the train started to shake violently. I gasped when the lights went out after flickering a few times. I was clinging to the wall with all my might. The lights seemed to be out but there were no more tremors, so I straightened myself, made sure my was was in place and took a few steps before it happened. We went from 200 miles per hour to none in less than ten seconds.

I had fallen, and I should have gotten back on my feet immediately, but I was too scared to move. What could possibly be going on? I counted my breaths in the pitch blackness. 27. 27 breaths before I felt the train start moving again and the lights came back up.

"Sorry ladies and gentlemen," a nearby speaker called, "we went through a rough spot there. However, the rest of the trip should go on uninterrupted. And may the odds be ever in your favor."

I picked myself up and straightened my wig again, luckily it hadn't flown off. I turned around to head to my room when I noticed someone there who hadn't been before. The man was tall and wearing a bright yellow suit. I know from his died deep purple hair that he was from the Capitol, but that didn't make any sense. The only Capitol citizens should be the medic and I.

That's the moment he turned around. And I was suddenly looking into the smiling face of Haymitch Abernathy.