hey sorry for the long wait i was busy then sick then the holidays then sick again! enjoy
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Bella's pov
I feel like crying, not just because I will probably die within the next two weeks but because of how district twelve just held out their 3 fingers to ME! Plain old Isabella swan. I look at Edward; he looks like he had just accidentally killed his own mother!
Haymitch chooses this time to come staggering across the stage to congratulate me. "Look at her. Look at this one!" he hollers, throwing an arm around my shoulders. He's surprisingly strong for a wreck. "I like her!" his breath reeks of liquor and it's been a long time since he's bathed. "Lots of….." he can't think of the word for a while. "Spunk!" he says triumphantly. "More than you!" he releases me and starts for the front of the stage. "More than you!" he shouts directly at the camera. I am not sure if he is addressing the audience or is he so drunk he is actually taunting the capitol?
As he is opening his mouth to continue, Haymitch plummets off the stage and knocks himself unconscious.
Haymitch is being whisked away on a stretcher and Effie is trying to get the ball rolling again. "What an exciting day. But more excitement to come! It's time to choose our boy tribute." She reaches into the ball and picks a piece of paper.
"Peeta mellark!"
