I'M ALIVE!
To those who have read others of my stories... Iv been struck with a terrible writers block.. Iv not abandoned any of my story's or forgotten them. It just might take a little longer to get out the chapters.. So.. Sorry if your waiting for any.
To those new to me. Hi there. This is my first Hunger games Fanfiction. Enjoy! Please do review and fav! It really helps me to do better and to remember to update more.. This is just the first of many chapters.
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LONGER SUMMERY: After being rescued from the capital Effie was never the same. She almost succeeded in killing herself. Which threw her into a comma. When she awoke with peter and Katniss by her side, she had forgotten all the made her Effie. Apart from the nightmares. At least that's what they had told Heymitch. "Self-inflicted Amnesia"
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Dear Effie Trinket.
Hello, Sweetheart. Rumour has it you don't remember me. I don't blame you. If i had the chose I would forget me too. Peter and Katniss suggested I call. But, When I did you didn't pick up. So here I find myself righting to you. Good luck reading it though. You always did say my hand writing looked like a two-year old. It probably dose. Don't have much need to wright in 12. That's where I was born and raised. In case you forgot everything. Or haven't been told that. And hell, if it wasn't for the games, I never would have left 12. If it was never for the games, I would never have meet you either. They both have their own pros and cons. Meeting you and not, that is. Or maybe its more the games than you? Who knows. I'm ranting a bit. Ill leave you too it.
Haymitch A
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Dear Mister, Haymitch A,
I do wonder if you have ever been to school. Bad spelling and bad writing. But enough of that! How are you dear? I wish I could say I remember you, even if you wish to forget yourself. But I would love it if you could jog my memory a bit. See, I know of the games but not much else. So, if you would be so kind.
Number one: What dose the A stand for?
Number two: What was your role in the games?
Number three: How did we meet?
Number Four: What was my job?
Number Five: Did I have any hobbies? Or did you?
Number Six: Where we friends or just colleges?
Number Seven: Our timeline?
Number eight: What's Twelve like?
Number nine: Do you have any family?
Number Ten why did you choose to write?
Number Eleven: When will we meet again?
That's all I must ask for now. Please do reply. And may the odds be ever in your favour.
Love, Effie Trinket.
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Till next time!