May the odds be ever in your favor

Chapter 1

"Just breath, aim, then shoot." My mother instructs me as I shut one eyes, take a deep breath, and let my arrow rip through the air, and pierce a Belted Kingfisher through the chest. "See, Willow? All you have to do is breath." 

"Mom, I know. You're always telling me to breath." I chuckle, as I go to grab my arrow out of the birds chest, and wash the blood off in a river nearby. Mom slings her arm around my shoulders, and we make our way back to The Victors Village. Our walk is silent, because mom and I have an unspoken agreement that on our walks; we listen to the call of the birds, the crunch of the leaves, the flowing of the river.

"Peeta! We're home!" Dad comes out of the kitchen, his face covered in flour. He kisses moms cheek, and she kisses him back. "Where's Rye?"

"Katniss, you worry too much. I told you before you left that he would be going to Abigail's house." Dad laughs, and he and mom continue to talk. I go to my room, and pack my hunting gear away. I pull out my journal, and draw a picture of the Belted Kingfisher, the bird I shot this earlier. I sketch and label the bird, until my hand starts to sting. I hear a knock on my door, and turn around to see Rye, my 17year old brother, standing in the door frame. 

"How was hunting with mom?" 

"Same as always. She tells me to breath, I do it. I shoot a couple of small animals, we go home. You on the other hand, probably went on an adventure, knowing Abigail." I say, as I splash back onto my bed.

"It's not my fault she likes me more than you." He teases. I skillfully whip a pillow at his stomach, and I don't miss; a trait a gained from my mother. Abigail is a friend of Rye and I, and she's 18, the same age as me. She's blonde and lengthy, with the attitude of a fighter. And obviously, she and my brother like each other. They don't have to tell me, I can just tell. 

"Yeah, we all know she really likes you more than me." His face turns red, and he throws the pillow I threw at him, back at me, but I dodge it in one swift move. "Go away. I want to finish my sketches." I have enough time to thoroughly finish and label my sketches, before mom calls us into the kitchen for dinner. 

"Willow, Rye, we have the Fallen Tributes Dinner tomorrow, don't forget." Dad comments as he finishes his dinner. His words makes mom visibly stiffen, and her eyes glaze over. She hate hearing, or talking about the games. She couldn't even be in the house when we watched the tapes. "Go get your clothes, and set them out." Rye and I leave the dinner table, and head to our separate rooms, and pick out our clothes. I don't leave my room, and neither does Rye. I know because I don't hear his door open again. I can hear moms sobs from the next room over, and I have to shove my pillow over my head to silence it. 

Moms night terrors stopped a long time ago, but she still gets them occasionally. They usually come back, around this time of year; The Fall Tributes Dinner. Every year, on the day the reaping would have been held, we have a dinner where District One used to be. In remembrance of those whose lives were given for the entertainment of others. I say where district one used to be, because we were no longer divided by caste when the arena's were torn down. 

I go to sleep, to the fading sounds of moms crying. A sound all to familiar. 

Thanks for reading! I know I posted this chapter already, but I thought there were some things I wanted to change and edit, like character ages and things like that, but I think I just want to leave it like it is :) By the way, if you didn't already, go follow @inshal-gabby !!! It's a joint account with one of my really good friends (bieberjacob)  and we're writing a fanfic (it has the Dolan Twins in it so you should for sure go check it out!) and were both really excited about it!

With Lots of Love, Gabby