"ergh!" cried katniss Haymitch had just collapsed unconsious at her feet after covering himself with vomit. " we'd better get him to his room and clean him off" she said I noticed she had turned a rather interesting shade of green I guessed she didnt like the idea of cleaning and putting to bed our drunk mentor and neither did I for that matter but I wouldn't let her do some thing she didn't want to do " you get his legs and I'll get his arms" I said "ok" sh mumbled we half dragged and half carried him back to his room wer we dumped him in the bath and turned the shower on him while he was still fully clothed "ill clean himyou go get some sleep" I offered " thank you" she said sounding extremely relieved she walked out and I watched her as she left the room. I turned back to Haymitch who was slowly coming back to conciousness I pulled off his Hirt and hosed the bits of carrot out of his chest hair (SORRY FOR THE DETAILSξ
) and then started to do the same with his matted greasy hair when he spoke " sorry about that" he croaked "it's ok I don't mind but I think katniss did I think it's her you should be apologising to" i replied " well, I think you'd better do it for me" "and why's that" because it's blaintently obvious you have feelings for that girl and I could tell the minute I saw her she was a fighter and your not so when you are in that arena you definitely need to get with her and become allies because so I want you to spend the next couple of days before you get into that arena so that you, well, bond ok kid" "err" I was dumbfounded how did this drunk middle-aged man tell I loved this girl when she couldn't!? I let out this pained dieing ostrich sort of sound Haymitch just chuckled stood up finished washing himself down and got out of the shower while I was still looking like a road runner who had just had a very close call with a very large truck "well I'll leave you to go to bed we will be arriving in the Capitol in the morning" I stumbled way slowly toward the room that was mine and slipped under the covers without bothering to take my clothes off.
I woke up, at about 8:45 judging by the sun coming through the window in my room, to Effie Trinket taping on my door saying "it's going to be a big, big, big day!" I got out of bed and peeled of the clothes I fell asleep in yesterday and realised they are still the same clothes my mother laid out for me for the reaping the light blue shirt, light grey trousers, it all made me think of home. Home. My mother. My two brothers Lucas and benno. My father, with his rough hands with bits of dried crusty bread dough under his finger nails which when you held themwhere so roughand heavy and yet when baking they could make a few eggs and some flour into something so delicious it made my mouth water, like his croissants and pasties. And his bread. Hmmm. Bread.
Anyway all this thinking about home made me feel desperately unhappy and sorry for myself I got into the shower and was confronted with a control panel the size of our kneading board ( YEAH DON'T KNOW IF THIS IS A REAL THING BUT YA KNOWξ
) at home a closed my eyes and pressed a button at random and as a result got sprayed with a load of sandy cream I guessed was for scrubbing off dry skin and stuff I found a manual on the side of the shower and found that different coloured buttons are in control of different things I pressed a red button to start it up then a combo of blue, pink and light orange to control water power, temp, and soap of which I chose one that smelt like the woods which was called pine fresh which reminded me of home. When I got out of the shower there was an outfit laid out for me, a dark blue shirt, a black leather jacket, black trousers and a pair of big black leather boots. I got dressed and made my way to the lounge and dining cart.
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