"Ugh." Effie says and brushes of her dress, "There is no way that man took a shower!"
We both laugh, and she scowls.
"You think it's funny?" She trills.
"Yes actually very." Birch says.
"Well he's your mentor, your lifeline, so laugh it up all you want!" She screeches, and turns away.
We head to another room where we watch the recaps of the reapings, ours is last of course. I study each tribute, and each volenteer. A sneaky girl from one. A strong, ruthless boy in district two. The boy from 4, a sad girl from 7. All the same, but one girl stands out. She is a small girl, from district 11, twelve years old. Her face frightened when no one volenteer for her. Then it's our turn. Me volenteering, my family's faces zoomed in on, Birch's terrified face, Haymitch half incoherent, us shaking hands, waving to the camera, and walking into the Justice building.
Effie rambles on about how her wig always looks terrible by the time they get to twelve. She turns the clip off, and instantly starts speaking.
"Why yours was my favorite reaping cerimony, except for my hair." She says and fixes her wig.
Haymitch yet again, stumbles into the room. His alcohol spilling on the rug. Effie scrunches her nose, and quickly escapes the room before she has to deal with Haymitch.
"Katniss, Peeta, go and find Effie." He howls, and spills the rest of his drink.
Birch and I exchange glances, and he sighs.
"Haymitch go to your room, take a bath or something." He says, and stands.
"He can't shower or bathe, he'll probably drown or something." I growl, and scoot over slightly.
Birch stands, and picks Haymitch up from the couch. He carefully, and kindly, walks him out of the room. He takes the glass of the small bit of alcohol Haymitch has left, and sets it on the table, out of his reach. Slowly, the creep down the hall, Haymitch occasionally stumbling, and crumpling at the knees. I sigh, and stand. I leave the room quickly, before I loose my dinner to the smell of raw spirits.
When I get to my room, all the lights are out, except for a small glow from the window. I shuffle around the room, barely able to find my way. I trip and my bed breaks my landing. I quickly climb into bed, and wrap myself in the soft, woolen blanket. An instant need for home hits me hard.
Is my mother crying right now? Did my father make dinner? If he did, did it go untouched? Was the house silent all night? Is Rye sitting in the woods, alone? Is Finn with him to comfort him? Is my father taking care of my mother? What nightmares await them when they fall asleep? Tears flow down my cheeks at the realization of what I have done. I have hurt my family, I have hurt myself, I have hurt everyone around me.
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The room is dark, all but a light stream of flooding into the room through the dark grey curtains. I am quickly woken by Effie sharp Capitol accent, everyday worse than the next.
"Up, up, up! It's going to be a big, big, big day!" She trills from the other side of the door.
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