Going home to Katniss...(Katniss and Gale) hunger games

chapter 1

It was a crisp November morning in district 2. The sun was just beggining to rise, so there was a warm orange glow on the horizan inviting the new day. The grass in the woods beyond the main town of the district was long, as nobody ever cared enough to walk all the way over there. It was sprinkled with with a thin layer of pearl white frost. All was quiet, apart from a lost Jabberjay circiling the canopy of the trees hunting for breakfast. 

A boy whistled gently to himself, a song, that a very special long lost friend had taught him once, in a far  away place many years before.  His touseled head of coal black curls blowed slightly in the morning breeze and his worn hinting boots glitsened with early morning dew, his footsteps made no sound in the crunchy frost, a sign that he was a practised hunter. In his hand he carried a handmade wooden bow, with ease, yet his rough hands could weave the most inticate and complecated snares. 

After walking for a good while, he sat down and leaned against a tree next to a small gurgaling Brook. He leaned forward with cupped hands and drank some of the refreshing water, with a sigh. His dark midnight blue eyes spotted something growing around the muddy boarder of the water.

It was a patch of Arrowheads. He drew a knife out of his pocket and cut one cleanly off at the roots. He held it in his hand as he examined the curious plant.  Arrowheads, are green plants that can been used in medicine and can be eaten, where the boy was from they where known as Katniss roots. The top was shaped into a distingtive trianguler point so, when layed on its side it looks very much like an arrow that you would shoot with a bow. 

The boys troubled eyes darted from the plant to his handmade wooden bow, he sighed once again, this time for the mistakes that he had made, and for the history that he knew he could never ever replace. He shut his eyes and leaned against the cold bark of the tree, letting the warm sun thaw out his cold fingers. He left his mind to wander back to a time where he was sat in a similar, but very diffrent place, in a diffrent district. Next to him then layed a bow, but also a girl. A girl that with one dress could destroy a country. A girl who shared a same name with this fascinating plant, and he wondered if she was thinking of him.

All the way back from the clearing he thought of the girl, the way her dark brown hair always escaped the long braid, that she had worn every day scince the first time he saw her.  Her dark hair was such a contrast to her light blue eyes, that always had an air of fear and stubbness hidden within the depths of the sugery blue. Sugery blue. ughhhh!!! The boy angrily kicked a stone, it hit the strong corse bark of a tree causing a bang loud enough fora a group of crows to flutter out of the trees. Suger, Cakes,Bread,Baker. Peeta.

Peeta Mellark. The one person he hated the very most in the world, More than the Capitol, more than Effie Trinket, more than presidant snow, even more than himself. Peeta Mellark was the one person, that he would shoot in a second. No reason, No questions, No explanations, No answers. He could almost hear the arrow whiz threw the aor towards Peetas, perfect, innocent, angel like skull. 

The one thing that the boy regretted most about his life, was not volunteering in the 74th Hunger Games. The hunger games where over now, District 12 was destroyed, and somewhere in this world, most likely victors village, Peeta Mellark was sat in front of a fire, smiling in his grand house, laughing, with his perfect neat children. He would call one of them by there fancy Capitol name, and they would sit and paint the orange sunset together, they would live a beautiful, stressfree life. Some would say that he deserved it, after surviving the Hunger Games. The boy didnt agree.

Because sat next Peeta would be his wife, She wouldnt be smiling, her blue eyes would be troubed, replaying old memorys, She wouldnt want that life, she would want to be free, hunting, laughing. But she couldnt. This is what made the boy so incredibly angry, because after the revolution, Peeta Mellark had taken form him the one thing that he lived for. Katniss Everdeen.

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