Sorry it took so long to update. I was reading some Harry Potter fanfic. However, here it is; the next chapter in the life of Maysilee Donner.

We get back to district twelve two weeks after the treatment. I must say that I'm proud of Clarissa for having the treatment. She's always gleaming at everyone. She laughs and acts more alive and active than before the treatment.

I visit her every day and I spend almost every minute with her. I make her breakfast. I talk with her about what's going on in town. Sometimes, my sister and my parents will visit her with me. My sister likes her, but my parents can't stand her.

My parents say that bringing home one victor every twenty-five years is a terrible ratio. They act like she bringing me home wasn't enough.

She had to do it alone. She went through her Games without a mentor. She had to mentor without any help from anyone. Living like that for twenty-five years is pretty good.

Another problem is Haymich's family. I see his brother around the district and he is always glaring at me. His mother is always crying. I don't blame her. She lost a son.

I keep getting glances from the people around town. What they wanted me to do I will never know.

It's been two months since the operation. I decide to go out and see what's happening. I walk to the meadow. Then, I see Haydn, Haymich's brother, glaring at me.

Suddenly, my cheeks flush and my eyes bulge. I stand up and walk over to him. "What's your problem?" I exclaim.

He stands up and says "My brother's dead and you're still here. That's my problem."

I stare at him, wide eyed. "That's not my fault. I didn't kill him. He was my ally, and he was my friend."

He scoffs. I take a step closer. Now, we're inches apart. Our noses are touching.

Then, out of nowhere, he's kissing me. I kiss him back. He puts his hands on my waist and I wrap my arms around his neck.

When we separate, I see that he's smirking.

"What?"

"Date me." I stare at him. On one hand, that was an amazing kiss. On the other hand, ten seconds ago, he was saying that I killed his brother.

I nod and turn around. I glace back and see him pump his fist in the air. I think I hear him mutter "Yeah!" under his breath.

I smile. I guess that I have a date.

I burst through the door of Clarissa's house in Victors' Village. "Clarissa!"

She's sitting on the couch. Her hair is down to her shoulders and is frizzy. It's also a gray-white color. There are wrinkles near her eyes that are fairly new. They aren't from stress or sickness, but from laughing so often lately.

"Yes?" she says in her frail yet assertive voice. She talks as if she has a sore throat and her voice is about to crack. However, she still sounds like she could hurt someone that tried to take advantage of her.

"Haydn Abernathy asked me out!" I exclaim. It's funny how I'm talking to a forty-three year old woman about my love life. However, I have a thousand different thoughts about him running through my head because his brother was a tribute in the Games that I won.

"What did you say?" she asks expectantly.

"I said yes! I'm just worried that he'll treat me differently because I survived while his brother didn't."

She stares at me. There's a smile on my face. "See how it works. If he's half as nice as his brother, he'll be twice as nice as most of the boys in Twelve. Plus, I hear that he's awfully cute." We crack up at this.

Kelsey comes in and says "What's so funny?" I look at Clarissa, and we start laughing hysterically again.

"Haydn Abernathy asked me out." She stares at me quizzically. I retell our conversation to her. When I finish, she starts laughing as well.

She sits down on the floor by our feet and the three of us start talking about how strange Haydn is acting and what I should do.

At a quarter-to-eight, Kelsey and I head out. I walk next door to my house. Kelsey walks back to town.

I wake up and head downstairs. There's a note in the door.

Maysilee-

Meet me in the square at 11:00 this morning. We'll have a great day.

-Haydn

I look at the clock. It's 10:45! I run upstairs and into my closet.

I decide to wear a black plaid skirt, thigh high stockings, and a black turtleneck. I pull on black heeled boots and am out the door.

I get to the square with five minutes to spare. Those minutes quickly go by. Then ten more. Twenty more after that.

I get up from the bench and walk home.

I head to Clarissa's house. I knock on the door and hear her say "Come in." I open the door.

She's sitting on the couch like she always is with a quilt thrown over her legs. She looks at me and says "Maysilee, I thought you'd be on your date right about now." She sees my expression. Her face hardens. "What happened?"

"He stood me up."

"Then he's an idiot. No one in their right mind would stand up a beautiful girl like you. Maysilee, if he doesn't want you, than he needs his head examined." I nod. Tears are falling down my face. She hands me a box of tissues and I fall to the floor of her living room crying.

I don't know how long I'm there for, but I know that when I decide to leave, the sky is an orange-violet color. I go inside and go to bed. I don't realize that tomorrow's the victory tour.