After that first morning, me and my father go into the woods most days he doesn't have to be in the mine early, sometimes for ourselves, other times to find things to sell, the odd mushrooms, birds, squirrels and even on one occasion a very small suckling pig all make their way into my fathers bag.
Sometimes we go straight home, other times to the Hob, most days we would swap some of our findings for other food or things we might need.
As time passes we become very popular with the local vendors, they're always happy to trade or pay for the things we bring, even the stores in the merchant quarters, even though with some of them we have to sneak around the back so no one sees.
We have been stopped by peace keepers twice, the first time it was Samuel, an older man who seemed bored of his job, he knew my dad from his younger years and was easily payed off with 2 squirrels and a bag of chicken skin mushrooms.
The second time Felix caught us as we came under the fence, he hushed us around the back of the houses and warned my father that the fence would be on between 6am and 3pm the next day, he thanked him with a pigeon, he always winked when he saw me after that.
Most of the peace keepers were nice, they didn't take any nonsense but didn't seem too authoritative, you could tell many of them didn't care about the illegal activity that went on in the Hob, a few would even que around Rippers table in the morning to grab a bottle of alcohol.
There were the ones who took their job way too seriously, they sternly look at anyone who passes or hand out snide comments and remarks to anyone in ear shot, luckily they are few and far between and we never really run into them.
I loved my mornings out in the woods with father, they became therapeutic and a way to release some of the tension, especially once I started school and started to find things more mentally draining.
The day he passed away we had been in the woods, we checked all the traps a lot quicker than expected so took a hour to lay in the sun on the meadow to side of us, having a quick swim in the lake and collecting some Katniss roots to have with tea.
The sunrise was beautiful and we laid talking about school and friends what we would do the next day.
One last core memory.
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Teen Fiction6 months after the revolution and life seems to be just fixing back together for the star crossed lovers Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark but after all that they have been through can they against all odds survive their hardest challenge yet? Post...
