A couple weeks after I get back to my home in District 12, it is time for the Victory Tour. I always have hated this tour when people come to the District and talk reading almost the exact same speech to everyone and acting like they care. Ha. As if they really care. This year it's my turn to go act as if I care about all the dead people. The only two I will really care about are Rue and Peeta. I walk over to Haymitchs' home and barge right in and find h asleep on the table with a knife in one hand and a bottle of alcohol in the other. I try shaking him awake but after several minutes of failed attempts I give up and fill a glass with water a pour it on him, taking a step back before he starts cutting the air with the knife.
"You told me to wake you up an hour before the cameras came." I say coldly.
"Without giving me hypothermia." He responds taking off his overshirt and drying himself off best he can with the dry parts of the shirt.
"Just get ready."
"Yes sweetheart." He says as I walk out the front door and towards my house to get ready for the cameras and my big trip around the Capitol.