A/N Hey guys! I'm writing this with one hand! It's a long story and I will tell you at the end!

Disclaimer: If I owned the Hunger Games, than it would be Katniss who had a crush on Peeta so it's more realistic… and I would be the one who marries Peeta

Review if you think Prim and Finnick shouldn't have died in Mocking Jay!

Maysliees POV

I was running. I couldn't breathe and my muscles were hurting. I looked behind me and saw a big black bear three times my size chasing me. I tried pushing myself to run faster but I was so thirsty and tired. I heard a scream and looked behind me and saw the bear found a new target.

I sighed and ran in a different direction of the bear and ran into Haymitch.

"Hey, May." He said. I looked into his eyes and saw that his eyes were a shade of yellow. I backed away slowly.

"Where you going? We need to settle some unfinished business." He stepped towards me and reached for my arm.

"No, you're not Haymitch!" He stepped towards me grabbing my arm.

"Yes, I am. Now come closer to me, babe." Now I know that's not Haymitch.

"The real Haymitch would never call me babe. He's a nice person unlike you stupid mutt!" The mutt version of Haymitch growled and jumped at me, with a knife in his hand.

I woke up screaming my head off. I had sweat on my forehead and my hair was sticking to the back of my neck. I started to shake really bad.

I got out of my bed and went into my bathroom. I took off my clothes to take a shower, and looked in the mirror.

My eyes had black circles under them, my eyes were red and puffy, and my face was pale. My hair was like a rats nest, and I was still shaking. My body was almost clear of any scars or any scratches. I did have a couple but my stylists cover them up.

I took a quick shower and went to breakfast. I walked into the room and sat down. Poppy and Ginger was already there and soon after everyone else walked in.

We mostly ate in silence, except for when Poppy said our schedule for the day. We will each have two hours with Poppy and two hours with Kholine just so we have even time with the two of them. If it was a normal year, we would have had four hours but since there was four of us and not two, we had to have two hours not four. Tony is going to Poppy first, than Ginger, than Haymitch, and than me. I am going to see Kholine first, Tony second, than Haymitch, and then Ginger. When we aren't in with Poppy or Kholine, we have free time basically.

After breakfast, I followed Kholine into her room. She went into her closet and was looking for something.

"Whatcha lookin for?" I asked her.

"High heels for you to practice walking in for your interview." She said grabbing different shoes and than putting them back.

"Ug!" I groaned. High heels, really! They hurt your feet. Or so I've been told. I've never worn heels. My mom has one pair, but she never let me wear them.

"Don't worry; you will only be in them for about two and a half hours." I groaned again.

"The interviews will take that long?" I asked her.

"About. It depends. I mean since there are so many tributes this year, it would take half as long as normal. "

"Really? Cant they just do half of us one night and half of us another?"

"I don't think that could happen sweetie." Kholine chuckled.

"Okay," I mumbled. And with that, the rest of the two hours were just Kholine yelling, "Sit up straight.", "Don't slouch.", "Don't shuffle your feet, take steps." I was happy when it was finally over.

I walked into my room and sat down on my bed. I was bored already. I had to wait six hours until I got to go in to see Poppy. This is going to be a long wait.

A/N: Sorry this is soooo short but like I said I was typing this with one hand and I also have major writers block right now.

So the story about the one hand typing thing is pretty long. Okay so I went on vacation to a beach and my mom bought hermit crabs. And when we got home, I took them out of their cage and was playing with them with my three brothers. One crab is really shy and gets scared easily so my dad handed him to me to put him in the cage. He put it into my hand and it pinched my middle finger. It hurt really badly, like getting stabbed. Anyway, I started screaming and crying and my dad took me into my kitchen and put my hand under really hot water. After almost drowning the crab, he finally let go and I had skin bunched together and it hurt really bad and since the stupid crab pinched my middle finger in the joint, it hurts to type.

Please review! And sorry it was short! I hope to update tomorrow!