Chapter 3

Haymitch stopped drinking a while back because of the war he said he needed to take it more seriously. My mom said the first time she saw him was at the reaping prim got picked, she said he nearly fell off the stage that's how drunk he was. He seems more calm and nice since he stopped but that's what my mom said. I feel my eyes start to water thinking about my mom, the one that's letting go and I can't let that happen. We walk into the hob which is nearly empty which is wierd. Haymitch gets us a table and we sit down, silent for a while.

"so what's happening at home that your so sad" haymitch said folding his arms.

"well the games are back on" I said with one I open, his eyes get big. He shakes his head with disappointment.

"S***, are you serious" he said, his voice getting worried. I look up at him and shake my head yes very slowly. He shakes his head and slams a fist on the table nearly knocking it over, there not sturdy tables in the first place.

"and my mom starting to let go just like her mom did to her" I say, tears start to fill my eyes, I bite my lip.

"come on willow" he gets up and starts jogging out of the hob. I stubble as I get up to chase after him. When I get out of the hob there are more people then early so I can't tell which way he went. I look the way we came from and I catch a glimpse of him so I run after him, after a couple seconds I realize were we are going, to my house. I finally catch up to him, he's pretty fast for someone his age. I start to see my house in the distance and I'm wondering Why he's going to my house. When we get to my front lawn we stop jogging

"why are we here I don't want to see them I hate them" I say jesturing to the house, he just looks at me and walks up to the door. He doesnt even knock he just turns the nob an walks in. I follow him in my moms sittining on the couch staring into the blank tv and my dads teaching rye how to make bread...peachy. Haymitch walks over to katniss and starts yelling at her.