Chapter Two

As mom, dad, and I turned towards the TV, and old talk show host named Caesar Flickerman came on. His skin, once cosmetically stretched tight to remove wrinkles, literally sags off of his face. It is dyed an ugly yellow, along with his eyes. His hair and eyelids are dyed pitch black. Ick. How do Capitol people think this looks good? "Hello everyone, I'm Caesar Flickerman." He introduces in a raspy voice. He looks to be at least 90. "I have a tragic announcement to make. Our wonderful president, , was assassinated." Mother goes very pale as she stares at the ugly aging man on the dusty screen. "Stepping up to take his place will be Mr. Gale Hawthorne." Dad lets out a low growl. I want to look at him, but I keep my eyes glued to the screen. "Gale's son, Drake, will be his right hand man." Suddenly the most attractive guy I've ever seen is on the screen. He's tall, maybe 6'6", with deep green eyes the color of spring grass, and long hair that covers his forehead the color of midnight. His features are strong and beautiful. Stop it! You're drooling! I warn myself. And his muscles, oh, his muscles.. "Bella!" mom yells, breaking me out of my lustful trance for the stunning man on the screen in front of my icy blue eyes. "Yeah..?" I say, blinking at her. "Pay attention." She snaps at me. I look back at Cesar. "His first order of business is to bring back the hunger games. So, ladies and gentleman, prepare for your reapings in 3 days. And may the odds be ever in your favor!" He gives a cheesy smile, and then the screen goes black.


Later that evening, Izzi and I meet up in the woods that surround District 12 to discuss the Games. Since there's only one tribute from each of the 13 Districts, there will only be 13 tributes this year. 12 to kill. I tell her I've decided to volunteer, no matter who is chosen. I need to continue my mother's rebellion against the Capitol. Of course, Izzi tells me what a stupid idea it is. It got to the point where she just got up and stormed off. Oh Izzi, so caring. I sigh and walk home. As I open the front door, I hear voices in the living room. Mom, dad, Crow, and one other drunken, raspy voice I don't recognize. I walk into the living room and an old man with tan, rough, leathery skin starts coughing after sipping on the flask in his left hand. "Come on in, Sweetheart." He says to me, almost sarcastically, before grinning at mom. Who is this man, why does he have the right to call me "sweetheart", and what is so damn funny about it?! I shoot him a glare and mom laughs. "Relax baby. This is Haymitch Abernathy. He was my mentor when your father and I were in the games. I was about your age. He, your father, and I are going to be mentoring the District 12 tribute this year. Once we find out who it is anyway." I clear my throat and look at her with sad eyes. "Mom," I start, "I know you'll think I'm the stupidest person ever for doing this, but..I'm going to train for these 3 days, and volunteer to be District 12's tribute."


Hi everyone! This is my first fanfiction, so take it easy on me please! I've already written Chapter 3, so I will most likely upload it tomorrow. I haven't typed it yet. I write when I'm bored in study hall. Please review! any input is greatly appreciated. Stay you(:

-Dollfaycee