(I DONT OWN THE HUNGER GAMES! ALL REVIEWS WILL BE SHOWED IN THE NEXT CHAPTER!)

"Mina Smallsmith!" My name was called. It might have well been a death sentence. I froze there, in fear. Too scared to even move. Some peace keepers even had to escort me to the front. My heart pacing, quickening. I thought I was going to die from pure shock. I stood up there, along with Divan Yendols, the district 12 representative, at the time. I looked over to see my 12 year old brother Harker walking up along with me, we were the tributes of the 65th Hunger games, A time I will never forget.

I wake up in my bed, a cold sweat drooping from my forehead. I wipe it off and go to the bathroom to get a drink of water. I enter the room, turning on the lights to see a face that I hated, my own. My hideous face in my reflection almost startles me. The scar that slashes across my cheek and goes under the eye-patch on my left eye and continues up to my hair line,of what used to be my eye. My short spiky red hair that was almost too dark to be natural, and the slash on my right ear. My battle scars for playing in the Games I suppose. And the brother I had lost all those years ago. I drink at least 5 glasses of water before I go downstairs to the kitchen.

Since I had won the 65th Hunger games, I got loads of money, a victors house, and a year supply of food for my district. I live next to Haymitch Abernathy, the only other person from district 12 who had won the Games and who was still alive, besides me. I look on my calendar on the pantry to see that it was Reaping day. "Oh joy..." I say to myself, sarcastically "This day ought to be fun" Today was the reaping day of the 74th Hunger Games, and I was supposed to help the unlucky tributes try to survive the horrid slaughter, oh what could go wrong?

I eat some eggs, and drink some milk, before I start getting ready. I dont want the new Tributes to think that I was a mamby pamby girly girl. So I dress in a black trench coat that goes to my ankles, baggy black pants, some heavy duty boots, and a bare mid-drift red shirt . I brush my short ear length hair and fix my eye-patch. Good I look 100% mentor material... I just hope Haymitch will be.

My eye patch does bother me sometimes, but its not just for show, I had lost my entire left eye in the games, a story meant for later, and I didn't want the Capital to fix my vision in my eye, because I wanted people to know that I had fought hard in the Arena, and that my scars are proof of that.

I soon make my way outside to Haymitch's house. I bang on his door with my fist and say "YO HAYMITCH! Get your ass up! Its reaping day and I need you to be ready, and sober!" I dont hear anything for a good while, and I start to kick at his door "HAYMITCH!" Soon I hear a grunting sound and the door opens. "'Bought time, we need to be there in about 30 Minutes." His face pears around the door, his eyes half open, and blood shot. An indication that he had a hang over, no scratch that, he had a MASIVE hang over and he was still drinking. "Haymitch I swear if you didn't have me, you would be dead in a ditch somewhere with alcohol poisoning!" His breath ranked of wine, and beer. It made me sick. I sigh and say "FINE! You can keep drinking, but just get READY!"

He slowly shuts the door and I wait for a few minutes. I hear a BAM Upstairs and say "You alright?" A wait a minute and hear

"Yea, Im fine, Ms. Eye-patch!" I punch the door and say "WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT CALLING ME THAT!" I see the upstairs window open and a half naked Haymitch poking his head out "Listen, you said to get ready and Im-a gettin ready!" I roll my eyes and I start to walk off. "Ill meet you at the reaping ceremony." Haymitch grunts one more time before he shuts the window, the image of his slightly hairy chest in my mind.

(Please dont hate me! I was reading the book and I wanted to make an OC! Especially for Haymitch! Im sorry but is it wrong that I think hes sexy? SORRY IT WAS SOO SHORT! MORE NEXT CHAP. I PROMISE!