Hi! So this a bit earlier than I thought! Good for you, right? Alrighty, well thanks to those who have followed! I think I have P. you, and if I haven't I will really soon! Alright, well, without further ado, here you go. (P.s. I don't own anything from the Hunger Games. It all belongs to the wonderful Suzan Collins!)

Chapter Three

The Reaping ceremony finally ended with the anthem. After that, everyone on the stage was taken away to be placed in individual rooms to wait until the train came. The tributes would get visitors saying good bye. Most of the time, these visitors would be family and close friends, or at least the ones the peacekeepers allowed in.

When I arrived at my room, I figured I would try and clean up a bit. When we got to the train and off of it, there would be tons of cameras, taking in our every move, so I wanted to look good. I knew I'd most likely be on the news a bit. I was a newbie to District 12, or that's what everybody thought. Not many people knew my history. My mom said I didn't want to be associated with him in any way, and she was my mother, one of the only people I knew when I was that young, so I believed every word she said and I didn't utter a word about my ties to District 12. Everybody would be wondering why a winner from District 6 is now a mentor for District 12. I did use my father's last name my whole life, but everybody thought it was just a coincidence. Even when I participated in the Games, nobody ever questioned it, and if they did I just told them it was by chance, that I didn't have any relationship at all. Luckily, too, my dad never said anything about us being related. I planned on explain everything soon enough, but not right now. This would bring more attention to this district, make people remember it, so it would only do these tributes well to leave the Capitol curious.

I went to the mirror to try and decide what I would do. My waist-long dirty blonde hair was down without much done to it. My mother always said that I had gotten my hair from my dad. The color was just like his, and hers was a dark brown, and it was very thick and she envied because hers was very thin. I had combed it out this morning, but that was all. I finally decided to put a little braid in my front and just pull it all back into a pony tail. I rarely put make-up on because I never felt the need to. I had very thick, long eyelashes, so I never needed mascara, and as for everything else, well I was just too lazy to put it on. Right now, I decided to put on a smoky orange on for eye shadow and some lip gloss just to give my lips a bit of a shine, but that was all. I changed out of my jeans and sweatshirt that I wore to the reaping, into a black skirt and an orange blouse that was the same color as my eye shadow.

When I thought I looked professional but still stunning, I just sat back and waited for the peacekeepers to give the signal for when the train was here. We would have to take a car ride from the Justice Building, which was where we were at the moment, to the station. It would be the first time when all of us from District 12 that were going to the Hunger Games would truly be together for the first time.

The peacekeepers finally told me that it was time to go to the train. I walked in silence with them until we reach our ride. I saw everyone sitting there. My father, Effie Trinket, Katniss Everdeen, and Peeta Mellark. Of course the first one to say something was my father.

"Who the hell are you?" He asked. His voice did sound a bit slurred, but better than it did on stage.

"I see you sobered up." I replied without answering him. I could tell this was frustrating him, so I decided to give an answer, but I knew he wouldn't like it. "You know who I am. You just need to sober up a tad bit more."

"How 'bout a real answer, sweetheart." He said. While this whole conversation was going on, we started moving, and everyone else was quiet. I knew the kids wanted to know who I was as well.

"Wait 'til we get to the train. You'll find out then." I said, ending our talk. Effie tried to strike up a conversation again, but failed. Nobody wanted to talk much. We were all too nervous to talk with the Games looming ahead to commit to small talk. We soon arrived at the train station. I didn't really notice what the tributes looked like in the car because it was dark, but I now realized that it looked as if Peeta was crying before. I don't blame him or think of him as weak because I did the same exact thing when I was chosen. I was terrified. I thought I was going die. I finally toughened up when my mentor drilled it into my head that I would become a target if I kept it up. If Peeta kept this up, I'd let him know it was dangerous, but I'll first let him do his own thing. Katniss, on the other hand, looks she has been holding up. She showed no emotion, and almost looked bored.

We all got out of the car and were immediately swarmed by reporters.

"Terra, Terra!" "Terra, can you tell us why you are helping 12?" "Over here Terra!" "Is Haymitch you father?" I heard things like that all over, but didn't answer anything. I didn't look anywhere but straight at the train. I knew my father remembered me now. He heard my name, looked at me, and recognized me, remembered me.

I walked straight on to the train, and my father followed. The others stood in the doorway so the media could get a clear view of them. I knew my father was going to be furious, so I'd rather he'd be furious without anyone around. He was right behind me, so I didn't stop until I was far enough away from the door.

"Why the hell didn't you tell me!" he yelled.

"Didn't really find the need. I knew you'd be drunk and wouldn't really be up for talking, so I waited until now. I thought you would be a bit more sober for your tributes and I was correct." I replied calmly.

"Why are you back?" he asked. His anger was still obvious, but it had changed into a silent anger.

"I'm back for this district, not you, so don't start to feel special or anything." That was true, but there was also more to it. The Capitol threatened to harm me in some way, shape, or form if I didn't do what they asked. I told myself I was here for District 12 just to make me feel better. "I won't bug you if you won't bug me." I said, "as long as we both help the tributes."

"Deal." He grunted and walked away. I felt the train lurch to a start as he walked away.

Alright. Well, I hope you liked it. It is a bit longer than the last chapter. We have some interaction between Terra and Haymitch now. What do you think of their relationship. It may or may not change as the Games start. Depends on what I will do. My ideas change about five times as I write. Alright well there I went rambling on so I'm sorry. Thanks for sticking with this story everyone!