— hi! Real quick, before the story starts. English is not my first language, so I might have some grammar problems. Thanks for understanding.
Book: The Hunger Games, Suzanne Collins / Movie: The Hunger Games, Gary Ross
Effie's POV
There I was again, district 12. It has always been a very depressing place. I also did not really like being an escort. Compared to Haymitch, I did not cope in any way. I just smiled, I always smiled. It was impossible for me to cope. I walked to the stage, where the district's people all gathered for the reaping. "Welcome, welcome!" I called out. "Now, before we start, we have a very special film. All the way from, the capitol," I said bubbly. After the film, I went to the bowl on my left. "As usual, ladies first." I moved my hand a little above the cards. I picked one, I don't know why I picked that specific one. With the card in my hand, I walked back to the microphone. I cleared my throat. "Primrose Everdeen!" I boomed.
A little girl slowly walked up to the stage. She barely even looked twelve. I might have been smiling at that moment, but I still felt bad. "Prim!" A voice called out. "I- I volunteer! I volunteer as tribute!" She screamed. I was absolutely flabbergasted. As far as I know, no one had ever volunteered in district 12. "A dramatic change of events in district 13." It was the only thing I could think of to say. "So, what is your name?" "Katniss Everdeen." "Well I bet my hat that was your sister, wasn't it?" "Yes." I walked over the other bowl. I quickly picked a card. "Peeta Mellark!"
Katniss and Peeta stood on the stage, both looking extremely frightened. "Now come on you two, shake hands," I insisted. They exchanged a look that I didn't understand, at all. Then, sigh, Haymitch arrived. "Effie," he boomed. "Oh, would ya look at this? Two new tributes!" He tried to give me a hug, but I stepped back. Then, sigh again, he puked all over the stage, and then fell off it. Katniss and Peeta definitely looked.. embarrassed, I think. When we walked off the stage I tried to apologize. "I'm so sorry about him, he's such a mess. He's been addicted to alcohol for many, many years now."
"Seriously, Haymitch?" I asked him. "Excuse me for that, sweetheart. You know I never try, why invite me again each year?" Sweetheart. I did not like that pet name, or any pet name. "Stop calling me that." "Sorry, darling." I looked at him with some kind of death stare. "Alright, alright! Sorry, I'll stop." I smiled.
YOU ARE READING
The Ballad of Haymitch Abernathy and Effie Trinket
RomanceTakes place during the events of the books. Will be including each book a chapter is referring to. This is a bunch of things, and will probably take a long time to write. I do have another Hayffie story, if you're interested. It's just not finished...
