HELLO LOVES

Some of y'all may recognize me and this story. Over the past year and a half, I literally poured all I had into this, however, about 5 months ago I had major writers block. The only way I knew how to get rid of it, was to go back to the beginning. So this is the same story, just a rewrite. Some major changes will happen and some not, but I promise you will love it either way. If y'all have read this story before and stuck with me from day one... I owe y'all my deepest sense of gratitude. It's people like you that make me want to keep going.

SO YOU KNOW THE DRILL

GOF1678 IS BACK AND READY ROLL!

Though I am not here for reviews, leave me a pretty note and I WILL respond to you!

This first chapter is short, but I am going to put up the next chapter tomorrow.

So if y'all know me... then y'all know the drill...

(I do not own THG... Mrs. Suzanne Collins does and she is a mastermind genius)

STAY BEAUTIFUL

- AB

I am immediately awakened by the sounds of aggravated geese squawking, and a very infuriated Haymitch disrupting my sleep, or what I had of it. I moan and yank the covers over my head and try with everything I have to block the noise and fall back into nothing. But, the odds are never in my favor. My patience is gone at this point and I toss the covers off me like it was an electric shock, and stiffly move out of bed. As soon as my bare feet hit the frigid floor, I mentally kick myself for actually paying attention to the commotion outside my frosted window. I ignore the thought and pull open my closet to retrieve my robe when suddenly I freeze. I haven't opened this closet in, four months maybe? Hanging untouched by human fingers, on racks are beautiful pieces of clothing designed for a young, brave, strong victor who once was deemed fearless. Sadly, that victor had vanished and died along with everyone else she loved. More ruckus comes from outside snapping me out of grief for just a moment. I grabbed my robe, slammed the closet before anything else could take me captive, put on my hunting boots and stomp down the stairs. Greasy Sae isn't here yet, but daylight threatens to come so her arrival will be expected at any moment. I grabbed my coat of the sofa-chair and tossed it on quickly. I opened my front door and was hammered with crisp, frosty air. I shiver and tighten my coat, and I march right over to the noise that has caused me so much trouble before the sun is even up. Typical.

"Have you literally lost your mind? Do you even know what you are doing?" I fuss at Haymitch, not even bothering to greet him.

"Well, good morning sweetheart. Glad to see you are awake. All bright eyed and bushy tailed!" He mocks with a sarcastic smile. I just glare at him.

"Haymitch, they are going to freeze! You have to keep them warm, you cannot just expect them to stay out here in the cold!" I yell. He can barely take care of himself, how in the heck is he going to manage birds?

"No kidding! All they do is squawk! Do you have a better plan?" He smirks. I roll my eyes. "Don't you roll your eyes at me sweetheart, I may be stupid some times but I am still your mentor!"

Mentor. Yeah, you sure are Haymitch. The one that double deals.

My mind quickly drifts to a certain someone that I haven't thought of in a few months. Those blonde eyelashes, and those aqua blue eyes. Those strong rough, but gentle hands, and his broad shoulders…. I quickly stop myself. The hands that were made to kill me. I lost him the moment I let him out of my sight in the arena, and it cost me everything I am.

I stand and think for a moment about what I was about to do, and then, I quickly go to the side door of his house and find my way to the basement. Since all Victors Villages houses are basically the same, I didn't have much trouble. I find a saw and march my way back out into the cold. He owes me. I grab the logs on the side of his house and begin to saw away, shaving them till there are flat sides. Haymitch scoffs at me and goes back inside. I ignore his actions and continue to saw. Eventually, the sun rises and it is well into the late morning when I am done. I have made a temporary shelter for the birds to huddle under, away from the colds harsh breath. Satisfied, I tiptoe back into my mentor's house, careful not to wake up a passed out drunk man on the table, and put the saw back. As I walk up the path, I realize that I am still in my pj's and walk a little bit faster to get out of the cold. As I push open Haymitch's gate, I feel something that isn't right. This feeling, I loathe. I hate the feeling of being watch. I have had plenty of it in the past two years, and I certainly do not need anymore. When I work up the courage to stare down whatever is watching me, a pair of gorgeous blues eyes are staring right into mine.

Short ... I know!

BUT YAY! Back at it again!

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- AB