When we are at the forest, I ask Gale a question "Gale, what are we starting with?"
"Traps." he replies. We walk for about 5 minutes until the land is a little flatter. Then Gale asks us to find some good sticks. Roary and I both finish soon enough and then we begin. He teaches us two different snares and traps and by the end of the day we've mastered them. In Gales game bag we have 3 rabbits and 4 squirrels. "Prim do you think this is real?" Asks Gale
"No. I still think she is going to come back at the back of my mind. We can always hope."
Gale doesn't reply, but I ask Roary a question "Do you like traps or snares better?"
"Snares. They're much more accurate." He replies
I personally have no idea between the difference of a trap and snare. But I've never really payed much attention as to what is the best way to kill something. When we reach Gales house I see Hazel and wave.
"Thank you Gale. I think Katniss would be proud of you, for everything you've done, for her and me." I say
"Thanks Prim, anytime" he hugs me and then I leave. I wave back to Roary and I see him smiling to me.
A couple of weeks pass and I do the same routine:
Wake up
Chat to mum
Eat breakfast at Peetas
Go for a walk
Come home
Eat dinner
Cry myself to sleep
And every Sunday go hunting with Gale.
I wake up and feel the sun getting colder, Autumn is looming. Only a few days until Peetas victory tour.
I slide out if bed, feeling a bit sick. The wooden stairs creep as I walk barefoot down them. I tell I feel sick mum and she gives me some bread and says I might just be emotionally drained at the moment. She's probably right. I cry myself to sleep every night about Katniss.
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Primrose Everdeen
FanfictionHELLO THIS IS A FANFICTION This is a hunger games fan fiction! An alternative ending in Prim's perspective. I do not own any of the characters!