The Story Continues (Mockingjay Fanfiction-Sequel)

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Yeah.. it's unnamed because I'm really unoriginal so I have no clue what to put there...

Sorry for the wait! Here's chapter 4! Luckily we had a two hour delay today :)

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"Mom... what are you.."

"Honey..."

"yeah I know it's my birthday. Thanks."

"No, it's...."

"I don't want to hear it," I puff out. "My day has been a disaster so far, and I don't care what you have to say." I push past her and walk to the kitchen.

I don't know exactly what I'm doing here, but I just wanted to get away for a while.

I pack jars and cans of food into a sack and throw it over my head. I run out the door and listen to the fence for a hum. None. It's never on, but breaking your foot does wonders for your senses and cautiousness.

Climbing under the fence, I come to a hollow in the tree. Inside the darkness of the trunk, I see them. The weapons are still there, unchanged. It was as though war had never reached these parts.I take out the bow, and it fits perfectly in my thin hand. I shoot an arrow at a squirrell for good measure, although I have more enough to eat. I can save it for later when food runs low.

Before long, I'm sitting at the heart of a small fire, roasting the squirrell. I take a knife and skin the fur off.

What's happened to me?

Every time I need to stand up to something or someone, I run away. Or kill them, I think as I look at the squirrell.

That was another attribute that I didn't have: Courage.

The night falls, and I want to spend the last minutes before sundown in this building. But reliving old memories does no good. Just makes me want it so badly, even more so.So I get up and brush myself off before I walk back into the glow of the setting sun.

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