Everyone thinks I drink just because I can. Well that's not exactly true I drink to forget. I drink to escape my Hunger Games. So today is the day of the 74th annual Hunger Games, where I have to mentor two terrified kids from the ages 12 to 18. Normally these kids are starving and weak. They almost never stand a chance against the careers.
I wonder what kids will be chosen I hope it's someone who actually stands a chance. I really hope it isn't a 12 year old, I hate it when 12 year olds get picked, it just doesn't seem fair for these tiny children go up against these huge older kids some that have even trained for this there entire life, and most of the time 12 year olds are goners anyways.
Well there's Effie with her annoying capital accent "Haymitch! Haymitch! Come on we're going to be late." Oh yes what a tragedy that would be if the district 12 mentor was late. It doesn't even matter, because everyone would just assume I was drunk. Though today I was a little less drunk than normal I always try to stay a little more sober just to see if my tributes even stand the slightest chance most of the time they don't so I just go back to drinking as much as I can.
"Hello Effie"
"Finally Haymitch, you must remember we have a schedule to uphold."
"Of course Effie" I replied sarcastically.
When we finally got to the stage I sat in my seat and waited, I watched all the scared little faces come. The 12 year olds looked absolutely terrified. But almost everyone else just looked really nervous, except the parents who looked petrified. I wonder who it'll be, I looked at all these children and felt a pang of worry about which 2 of them will be leaving this world forever. I felt sorry for all of them none of them deserved to go through what I did. But it's not like I could do anything about it, whether I liked it or not in a couple weeks time I would have at least one dead tribute on my hands, if not 2.
Finally the mayor gets up to the podium and reads the history of Panem. He drones on and on but I know he's required to do this. He then reads our list of victors which is very short considering it consists of two people. One of which is me.
Then Effie comes up to the podium as bubbly as ever. She says her signature line "Happy Hunger Games and may the odds be ever in your favor." She says brightly. I sometimes forget that this is just entertainment to people like her. The capitals people don't care that they kill 23 kids every year and emotionally scar one for life.
"Ladies first."
It was so quiet you could have heard a pin drop. I watch as she digs her hand into the bowl.
Then she says in a clear voice "Primrose Everdeen"
Then a little girl with blonde hair walks out of the 12 year old section. I hate it when 12 year olds are picked!
"Prim!" Screamed girl. "PRIM!" she screamed again and Just as the little girl was about to take her first step up the stairs the girl screams desperately " I volunteer! I volunteer as tribute!"
Of course Effie reply's "lovely, but I think there are rules that must be followed when volunteering." Oh Effie.
"Just let her go." Says the mayor.
"Well bravo that's the spirit of the games, now what's your name?" trilled Effie
"Katniss Everdeen" she says barely audible
"I bet my buttons that was your little sister, can't have her stealing all the glory now can we? Come on everyone lets give her a round of applause."
Not one person clapped, they all put three fingers to there lips, and then put them in the air, this gesture meant good bye but right now it meant we do not agree with this.
I saw the girl Katniss fighting tears. So I decided to help her out. "I like her she's got spunk, more then you." then I accidently trip over my own feet, I start to flail my arms around but it's no use I plummet to the ground and then everything goes black.