A/N - This is all I've written of this story, so please review to tell me if I should continue :D
I hate Haymitch Abernathy. Why would I ever love him? I am from the Capitol and he is from district 12! I have manners and all he ever does is drink! I never actually wanted to work as an escort, but President Snow threatened to kill my whole family if I didn't take the job because of something someone in my family had done 40 years ago! I don't want this job. I hate this job.
"Trinket! Get me a fucking drink!" Haymitch shouted from across the room. I couldn't even deal with him and the way he treated me! I couldn't wait til I got promoted to another district.
"Not with that attitude!" I snapped back.
"Okay! May I please have something to drink?" He said, mocking my Capitol accent.
I ran out of the room, tears streaming down my makeup covered face. I was put under too much pressure to be perfect, look perfect, act perfect. I couldn't do it anymore.
