This chapter was based of of Katniss and the book Hunger gmaes it's slef. enjoy Catdely

I get sick smirk form my drunken mentor and it makes me hit my boiling point because I know that as much as I wish he would drink himself to death, I also know I will not survive in the arena without his help. I storm over to him and yell. "What is your problem with me?!" "What did I ever do to you?!" He scratches his chin for a moment and then says. "I suppose you did nothing, it was more your mother who did the damage." "Well incase you still haven notice I am NOTHING LIKE HER!" I storm off to my room and slam the door shut. How childish can he be blaming me for what my mother did and treating me the same. I walk around my room ferrous with Hamich. Until I hear a rugged knock at the door. I open my door to see the man with oily grey hair, a huge liquor belly, blue merchant eyes, a scraggily grey beard and the worst breath I have ever smelt. "Hey kid I just came to apologias I know you are nothing like your mother and I shouldn't have said that." "Well thanks for saying that but I would really like to clean up before supper." I try to slam the door in his face but he catches the door and stops it. "Kid I really need to talk with you there is something you need to know." The only reason I let him in is because I am curios to see what he has to say.

Hamich's POV

I know I have been a monster to that kid and I may be one of the only people who can help her in the arena and I have to hold up my promises I made with both her parents.

(Memory)

"Please Hamich Please!" What are you rambling about now Peeta! Hamich I know Katniss is Pageant and I know that my exaction is coming any day now. Please just do me this once last favor it is my dying wish. Okay fine I will do one last thing for you brat! Now get back to this whole Katniss being pageant thing. I don't know if Katniss knows she is yet though. So you're saying you don't know ether. No! I know she is, Katniss hasn't noticed her self yet but I can tell she is by the fact that she is eating more. That could mean anything not just that she is pageant. Okay fine then how about the huge lump starting in the bottom of her stomach! "Okay let's pretend for a moment that maybe Katniss is Pageant." "What do you want me to do, hmm!?" I know that President Snow will most likely throw them in the games when there old enough just to show the Districts that a dire punishments will happen if another couple ever acts the way we have. "So you're saying what now?" "That if our children go into the games you will help them no matter what!" Okay Fine kid I will. "Thanks Hamich"

(Couple months later)

"So what did you want to see me about Sweetheart?" "Hamich I'm Pageant!" (In Hamich's head) PEETA WAS WRIGHT SHE IS PAGENT! Stay cool Hamich, stay cool Hamich there is nothing to worrier about. "So why are you coming to me I have no advise about how to handle kids!" Hamich, the only reason I asked you to come is because I know with all my rebellions against the Capitol, they will punish Peeta's kids for my mistakes. Please if there fate is sailed by the Hunger games please save them. Okay for both of you and Peeta I will save them if they enter the games. WAITE WHAT DO YOU MEAN FOR BOTH ME AND PEETA! HAMICH! HAMICH!

I know I am ignoring her but I also made the promise never to tell her what Peeta told me.

(End of memory)

Willow's POV

So my parent tried to save both me and Ray from the games!? Yes Princess they both tried to save you because they didn't want you guys going through the same hell as they did. It still doesn't change anything what they both did was inexcusable having us! Hey it's not my place to get in between you and your hate for your mother but you can do as you want I'm only here to make sure you stay alive. Hey knock umm dead at private training tomorrow Princess. But not latterly because your mother actually did try that and it didn't end to well. Okay I will remember that I say with a laugh. I still don't like Hamich but at lest I know now he won't leave me to die in the arena. So I sleep a little more soundly at night even though I am in a Capitol designed bed death trap that is trying to swallow me. The Capitol is already trying to kill me through lavish stuff. The next morning at breakfast I am quite and Hamich is too. The only one who bothers to say anything is Mitzey. "Well aren't you two just too quite this morning." Me and Hamich just send her death glares. "Well sorry for interrupting you silent conversation!" Candice just sits there snickering and enjoying Mitzey being so a fended. I finish my eggs and head to the elevator.

(Last time training)

At the gym today there are no exercises. We all just sit on benches and waited for both our District number and name. And because 12 is the last District in all of Panem I am last. I sit there taking deep breaths to try and steady myself but it is no use this moment decides my fate one way or another. I watch as Tribute after Tribute goes in and comes out and back to there apartment. It is down to me and the boy from District 11, Wilton Butch. "So are you nerves." He asks. Well maybe a little. "Why are you?" "Well I'm from District 11 we aren't known for killing animals of people that's why were the second worst ranked District in Panem next to you guys 12. I glare at him. I didn't mean to a fend you. He says. "You just look really good." He is saying I look like I could win has he taken a good look in the mirror lately. He is 6 foot 4, broad and strong he looks like a tree. "Wilton Butch" The intercom calls out. "Good luck Willow!" Wilton says as he walks in. I am stunned by this boy, he looks like a tree on the outside but he is a soft and gentle flower on the inside. I would hate to kill him he seems so nice I hope someone other then me will kill him because I don't think I have the heart to. I am so lost in thought that I almost don't hear the intercom when it calls out my name.

"Willow Mellark"

I walk down the dark hall alone. I almost feel like a little kid who needs some reassuring before opening the closet door after a nightmare. I finally come to the center gym. The game makers are very drunk and broad after see the other tributes. So I know I have to make a good impression. I take a deep breath and begin.

"Willow Mellark District 12"

I pick up the blowgun and walk over to the targets. Load the blowgun and shout. The first time I miss the target all together. I am stunned that I missed! I look over at the game makers their laughing their bright colored heads off at me! I load another dart and shot again. This time I hit the target on the prize I turn to them once again but their not even watching! How dare them! I am here for their entertainment and their not even watching! I storm off to the poising section and dip my next arrow in sedation poison and aim it at the first game maker I see and shout! I hit a woman dressed in Purple in the arm and she falls over sedated. The others look for the source of why she collapsed and then they see it was one of my darts. They realize they didn't put up the force filled. I smirk and say "and now the applause." Then I walk off out of the gym and back to my apartment.

"WHAT WERE YOU THINKING WILLOW?"

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