Enemy
Haymitch was drunk. He was always drunk. It was like a battle strategy that he followed through with great accuracy. Well, as accurate as you can be once you've downed at least half of the alcoholic beverages in this damned District. We were natural enemies. I always tried to make him seem presentable, but he drank himself into oblivion before I could even set a finger on him. I was going to win this war. I didn't care how drunk he was. The next time he shows me up in public I swear I'll make an avox out of him.
Fidget
"Stop fidgeting, no one will want to sponsor you if all you do is fiddle!" Effie slapped at the hand of the female tribute from District 12,
"But it itches! Please let me take it off." The girl was dressed a long, net skirt that stuck out in all directions, her long sleeved top was made out of some new, expensive material. She was covered in coal dust as well. She had shown no sort of personality when she was in the chariot so we had kept with the coal theme. The dust smudged her face and darkened her hair.
Fodder
The way that they heaped the food into their hands and shovelled it into their mouths was disgusting. Crumbs fell onto the tablecloth and floor, splatters of jam stained their clothes. What was the point of giving them such wonderful food if they were going to treat it like this? It looked like they hadn't seen food for years; they were like animals at a trough. We could have given them animal fodder for all they cared. The girl coughed loudly before grabbing the orange juice and gulping it down. The boy wiped his hands on the table. How rude!
Intriguing
"Yes, that's the girl from District 12. She volunteered in place of her sister, how brave! I know she doesn't look like much now, but if you put coal under enough pressure, they're sure to turn into pearls!" Effie chatted casually with the spectators in the box; this was where the real sponsors were. "She's such a mysterious girl; don't you want to know more?" Haymitch might not be helping his tributes, but Effie would try her best. It was intriguing how much she cared for the tributes this year. She was sure that District 12 could win this year.
Endless
These interviews were endless. Why did District 12 always have to be last? It was useful for the tributes because they would be remembered. But it was so dull for me! I had to sit and watch while tribute after tribute went by. Most of the other escorts had left by the time my tributes made an appearance. I could have left before they came on, but I had to wait for them, so I could tell them what I thought of them. The boy was twitching. Why? I had made him practice sitting still! Why did I even bother?
A/N: Does this make up for my failing at updating? I am truly sorry. Hope you enjoyed it, please review :)