❝ Oh darling, she's a survivor. ❞
«‹»
Athena Hawthorne is just your average fifteen year old girl from the Seam. Petite and skinny, olive skin and dark eyes. Gale Hawthorne's younger sister. When the seventy fourth games come around, she finds herse...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
❝ Careers are idiots, who dedicate their lives to die for rich people's entertainment. ❞
— Wren Madden
____________________
"AND HOW CAN I do that?" Ashton asks, and I can help but let out a smirk.
"You want me to help you gain Haymitch's trust," I state, and Ashton nods, "So, I want you to teach me how to work a weapon."
He steps back. "You know I can't do that. I'm going to be a career. Anything else."
I grit my teeth. Of course. One thing about me though, is I am a pretty good judge of character.
I can see right through his lies. He doesn't want to help me. He's going to do the exact opposite of what I say. So I rephrase my request.
"Then help make the Capital love me during your interview. Bring me up and I'll help you," I propose.
I figure-best case scenario he gets me some sponsors, and worst case scenario he does some dumb shit that makes everyone hate me. But hey, Johanna Mason am I right?
"Deal," Ashton replies, snapping me out of my thoughts, and I flash him a small smile before slamming the door in his face. God. He's annoying. __________________________________
"Haymitch! God can I eat one of my last meals in peace," I yell, taking a giant sip of coffee and burning my throat- coughing nonstop.
"You okay, sweetheart," Haymitch smirks.
"Yea- Just- Peachy," I say in between coughs.
"Don't wake everyone else up now."
"Haven't we already discussed our strategy?" I ask, annoyed to be woken up once again.
Haymitch dragged me out of bed extra early again today to discuss strategy.
"Do you want to die," Haymitch asks, lowering his eyes- I begin to speak, but he cuts me off.
"That was rhetorical. Let me rephrase." He lowers his voice a tad, "Don't be an idiot. Don't burn your throat. Yes, we've discussed, but we've only gone into the basics. Now during the bloodbath-run, don't fight. We don't want you to expose your skills early on. Don't let Ashton know- and don't trust the boy. I'm pretty sure his story is a lie. I found out about his "girlfriend" from a friend back in 12. She does not exist."
