I am Katniss's Daughter.

Haymitch

This was my last opportunity and plus it seems every thing he says is about history and gore and stuff which isn't really surprising when it comes to Haymitch. I go up to him slowly, getting the jitter. What if he says something stupid. When I get a little closer he shakes and awakens from his day dream.

"What is it Daisy?"

"Haymitch, I was wondering if you could tell us a story. Maybe?”

"Why of course sweetheart." Haymitch said as he got more of his fat self into the chair and helped me and Finnick onto his lap. He started to think a little bit and then he looked at us with a little smile. Maybe he was giving us a hint. Or maybe he was just being creepy.

"Well once upon a time there was a brave man named Mr. Abernathy…" he starts. Oh yeah, Haymitch always includes himself in the stories.

"Now Mr. Abernathy had a job. An okay job. They called it 'The Trainer'. He worked for a place called twelve. Twelve was super poor. They could barely get food on the table. The other places were named from 1-12, just like a board game. The other cities were know for different things and had so much more money. There was a big city, we call the capitol and they hosted a game. I will get ingot details later.”

As he wove the tale into a story I got confused, sad, angry, happy, and then confused again. The story didn't make much sense. He said stuff about Capitals, snow, hunger, districts, age, death, and so much more. He was so detailed, like it actually happened. Like he watched it all go down himself.

I decided once he was done with the story, I would figure it out. I would figure out what all this meant. But it seemed to go on forever. The people who interested my the most were 12 boy, 12 girl, and 11 girl. 11 girl got speared and died, but as she died 12 girl sang her a song and covered her in flowers. But the song Haymitch sang was the same as my own mothers. The 12 boy was described as my father. The cane from a leg injury, and the eyes as well.

I had figured it all out now. All the loose ends. But I couldn't tell Finnick. I couldn't tell him 12 girl and 12 boy were our parents and this story was true. It all had happened so quick I blanked out and dreamed of my mothers name.