Just to let you all know, the first few parts of this story will be based around Haymitch in the 50th Hunger Games. So not to confuse you!
It also helps if you've read the books; I hardly explained anything about the games.
I don't own any of the characters, all rights are owned by Suzanne Collins.
The heat reflected off the square, making it almost unbearable to stay standing. But I had too- so Lucas would stay calm.
"Hay, I don't want to be here!" my younger brother moaned, "Sorry, we have to." I replied. He pulled a mardy face which made me smile, despite the fact this year's tributes were shortly to be announced.
My eyes searched frantically around the flock of kids between the age of 12 and 18, my eyes soon met Taylors. I gave her a reassuring smile, and she returned it, her eyes sparkling with fear.
Everyone in school knew about Taylor's Father, her Mother got pregnant with her at 17. Her father was only just 18, he was picked for the 35th Hunger Games and got killed by a Career. She was too young to remember but it depressed her Mother.
Deary the District 12 mentor spoke joyfully, her bright orange curls bouncing around her crazy colourful dress, "Citizens of 12, as you all know its the 50th Hunger Games- the second quarter quell- so this year, double the amount of tributes will enter the arena!".
Shocked looks were exchanged between families; my eyes met Taylors once more, her bottom lip trembling. I blew her a kiss- she managed a weak smile though her face was pale white like the Capitol had genetically modified it. Deary skipped over to the glass balls containing all the girls' names, I crossed my fingers hoping it wasn't Taylor. I thought of all the tesserae she'd signed up for as Deary's hand dipped into the glass bowl. Her fingers clasped a slip of paper and she pulled it up slowly, wanting the desired affect from the audience.
"Maysilee Donner!"
I was glad it wasn't Taylor though I wasn't feeling any better, I'd always seen Maysilee around school, and she was kind and easy to get along with. She silently crept up onto the stage, a single tear rolled down her cheek.
"The next girl is... Amanda Cartwright." A woman in the audience broke down in tears. Taylor relaxed slightly but still seemed tense- worrying for my life.
"Now to the boys", she grinned enthusiastically, she didn't seem as interested this time and pulled out two slips at the same time. "Isaac Hayden and..." I zoned out completely, thinking of the meal me, Taylor, Mother and Lucas will be eating at dinner. I realised it when I looked up to see hundreds of eyes staring at me, including the teary eyes of Mother, Lucas and Taylor.
The second name was Haymitch Abernathy. Me.