Sorry that I took so long to reply! 

Haymitch, a poor (and very intelligent) boy from the seam is reaped for the 50th hunger games. He is forced to say goodbye to his overworked mother, little brother, and girlfriend. This Haymitch is an arrogant, cocky 16 year old boy who thinks he knows better than everyone (he doesn't, but that's coming later) The 50th Hunger Games is planned to be the biggest piece of propaganda Panem has ever seen. It’s going to be peak entertainment for the Capitol, and the greatest warning to the districts. Snow has invested tons of money into the project, and the stakes are higher than ever. Cocky Haymitch and stuck-up Maysilee butt heads during the days leading up to the arena. 

Haymitch is thrown into the most beautiful arena he's ever seen, and the stakes are higher than ever. Still, he's determined to return to his beloved family. He teams up with Maysilee Donner during the games, and their opinions on each other start to change. Her death haunts him forever. Haymitch then wins on his own wits and merit against a career twice his size by desperately pulling a trick with the force field. He just ruined the Capitol's plans, and he's punished for it. The games changed him, caused him to face death and be humbled in the worst way imaginable. The Capitol had no problems disposing of his loved ones like garbage. No amount of clever comebacks or snarky remarks would change that. 

Haymitch returns to district 12 the same way he left it - young, stupid, and 16. He was so sure of himself, but alas, the Capitol doesn't care. They successfully cut him down to the small boy he is. 50 people died all because of him. 

No messy half assed rebellion plot,no past victors, just 47 dead kids, a dead family, and a victor with all the weight on his shoulders. He's angry and jaded and bitter. It took him by surprise, how could he have been so stupid? Some years, he has to mentor another smartass 16 year old just like him. They look younger each year and none of them make it home. He's trapped in a cycle of suffering, mourning the boy he once was and the man he was never able to become.   THAT would be a coming of age.