Flake Snow - The 75th Hunger Games

Chapter 3

And there I sat. Waiting of the crowd from capitol people. In a train with people who eventually more than just hate me. And why all of that? Cause I am standing for equality and the fact, that I killed 23 people. Although noone could lift the secret how I killed all of them. But it was the hunger games. What could you ever expect?This year, I would be a part of them, too. For which reason? Cause it's a quarter quell edition of the hunger games. This time, it was drawn, which of the hunger games winners take place in it again. Which clearly meant, that there would be a revolt. Johanna Mason, as a good example, said: "You all are liars! Tricksters and big Assh-" 

At that point, the show broke up. Others then, told them, "they would always win". Extremely focused on my thoughts, I shrugged together. It was the television, that showed the other districts. Now, they were in district and I got more focused than ever before. Would Snow-?

"Finnick Odair!", I heard the name from the screen. As I shrugged together, I catched the bottle of wodka from the serving cabinet. Which was abruptly taking out of my hand and i got a second shock. 

"Abernathy?", I asked the man that stunks like alcohol. "You know him?", another voice asked. Luckily, I didn't shrug together a third time. "Surely she knows me. After all, I was her-", he hiccoughed and burped loudly once. "Haymitsch Abernarthie." he mumbled to himself. I shook my head and took the bottle out of his hands, turned around, to catch all of the other alcoholic trinks out of the serving cabinet and let them all fell to the ground. "But! but, but...", Abernathy complained. I shook my head again. "Ever heard of the word rehabitation? You will need it. Even if we discuss how shitty we are after the rehab!" I pleased him and he went quit. "And you are?", I asked the man behind Haymitch then. "Peeta. Peeta Mellark. I was on the television all day long." he explained to me. On television? Did he thought, I needed to know that? Thoughtfully I didn't recognised the other person that came into the cabin. It was a young woman, likely in the same year as Peeta. So that was Katniss. Katniss Everdeen. The one that survived almost like me. But that's something for later in this story. 

"Who are you?", she asked me with coldness in her voice. "Later." I just answered, and passed her only to stop again. There was this recognisable scent in the air. A scent of- "Effie Trinket?!", I said shockingly and turn around. "Hello Sweetie!", she squeaked and gave me three kisses on my cheekbones. I only shrugged with my shoulders and went away. Looking at her, here by Haymitch... what does she want here? As fast as I could, I went to my cabin back and closed the door. There I saw, that the draws were over. Shit, so much for not watching the other rivals.