When my father died

Comming home

I always came straight home from school. Katniss would bring me home, I think that I could walk bye myself. She agrees I know, but she wants the time with me.
     These were the thoughts going through the my head as I splashed thought the puddles on the way home. Katniss Walked swinging her hands next to me. When we got home it would be warm and we might be able to have a little something to eat. Sometimes our mother let us have a little before dinner.
       I peaked at Katniss through the showering water of the puddles. She was smiling, I knew she would be. Out father had promised to take her hunting again tonight. He wouldn't be back from work till later so he usually took her in the morning but it's harder hunting in the dark apparently, so she needs to learn.
       I don't have any interest in that sort of thing and can't begin to imagine why she does. But I start to hurry anyway, we will need to finish any chores before she can go.
     After walking a good twenty minutes we get home. I'm so glad. The rain is fine and all but I was getting cold, not that I would say anything. When we got to the door I herd a strange sound thought. I herd someone crying! It was very soft, almost too soft to here but Katniss and I both herd it. I rushed in the door...