11A/N: I'm sorry that I haven't posted in forever, and that my chapters are so short! I will try to fix that in the future. :) Well I forgot what I was going to write for a while and just thought of something new today. Hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do NOT own The Hunger Games, or any of the characters, Suzanne Collins does.
I come back with a new pot of mint tea and clean off the table and paper that is now drenched in the pale green liquid. I then sit down, and smooth the charcoal skirt I wore because the visit of President Paylor. For the next few moments, nobody talks. I look up and see everybody still looking at me.
"Oh!" I say under my breath. I look at them and shrug my shoulders, "I don't have anything else to say." I tell them as they all look at me expectantly. Johanna starts talking to Beetee in a tone that is too low for me to pick up. I grab my cup of tea and I think that hopefully this will soothe my murderous mind. As I sip the minty fluid, I realize its scalding hot. It burns my throat, but I force it down and set down the cup down on the table in front of me.
Suddenly, the door to the study opens and Haymitch staggers in the study with a small grin plastered on his face. He isn't as drunk as usual, which is perfectly fine to me since something serious is going on. All of our heads turn to him, and Beetee and Johanna's quiet chitchat cuts off. He must hear the silence of the room, and see the somber looks on our faces, because his smirk begins to fade. "What's wrong? You guys look as if you just have all just have been issued a death sentence."
"Well, close to it." I say to Haymitch sourly.
"What do you mean?" He says back with a perplexed look on his face. Johanna explains to Haymitch all about President Paylor's visit.
"Why didn't you tell me about her visit? Am I not important enough?" He questions Peeta and I.
"We did!" we both shout, "But you were too drunk to even notice us standing next to you!" I add. Haymitch sits down in the desk chair with a somewhat guilty look on his face, and doesn't say a word to us.
"Hello? Haymitch? Instead of just sitting there on your butt, maybe you should give us some advice!" Johanna demands.
"Yes, and maybe- just maybe- it might be something more helpful than 'stay alive.'" I say with a bitter tone to my voice.
Haymitch shakes his head, "What is there to do? We just got out of war, sweetheart, if you didn't know. We can't do anything!" After this snide remark, I rush out of the room and out to the one place where I really can think freely- the woods.
A/N: How was that? Thanks for reading! Please review and tell me how it was! Hope you liked it. :)
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