Hunger games: the story of haymitch

by Blue-ivvy

I'm doing a story about Haymitch's side for when he was first called to be in the hunger games at the age of 16. i have been ready and researching him to know everything so i don't mess things up. sorry if i get a few things wrong, but i will try to do my best :

1. Chapter 1

THE HUNGER GAMES: Haymitch's story

I woke up on a cool summers day, with my dark curly hair all knotted up. Today is the reaping. I said to myself. I live with my mother and younger brother, who were already dressed up, and ready with hair combed, and shoe laces tied.
" Good morning Haymitch." My mother said trying to sound happy, but in her eyes you could tell she was scared. I went over to her to give her a hug.

" It's alright mom, nothing will happen I promise." I said trying to sound convincing, still holding on tight. She pulled back and looked at me in the eyes.

" I hope your right." She smiled and looked to my little brother who was standing on the table trying to catch a fly. " Get down mister, we do not stand on the table." She snapped.

I got dressed in Sunday close, not wanting to tuck my shirt in but mother insisted. We got out of the house finally and rushed over to the capitol, we lived in the poorest part of town, but everyone who lived here seemed happy and cheerful. Are house was light blue with old white shutters.

I loved the feel of my dark curly hair in the wind and how it naturally was like that. Some people would do anything for curly hair, even the guys because the girls would find it more attractive.

We walked into are lines with my brother in the 12 year olds and me in the 16 age area.
Out came a few peace keepers ( which didn't seem so 'peace' keeping to me), and a lady with weird a looking outfit.
" Good after noon, ladies and gentlemen I welcome you to the 50th annual Hunger Games." She said in a bubbly tone. She had purple eyes and a bright green leafy dress, with pink pearls in spirals. She gave the usual clip, the same one each year, saying how are world was dull without the hunger games.

" Lady's first." She said pulling out the slip of white perfect papper twirling her finger holding it up into the air. " Ahh here we go, Maysilee Donner. Come on up."

I saw the about 17 year old girl, shyly go up to the stage with her blonde long hair running down to her back, and her blue eye's ready to cry, but she stood up tall trying to look strong.
now for the guys turn, she placed her dainty hand into the bowl holding out her hand high in the air.
"Haymitch Abernathy."
The other guys looked at me, in shock too. I slowed walked up to the stand and I got up to the black dirty stage, looking at my mother who was now pale white, and tears running down her face.