The Diary of Mr. Everdeen [Fan Fiction]

Prolouge

Mrs. Collins, I don't intend to do a copyright infringement, it's just that I want to share this story brought up by my imagination to others. Thank you.

 It was late in the morning, when I brought my daughter to the woods. Were not supposed to do so, firstly because it's illegal, and it's composed of wild animals some I don't even know. But I will take the risk. This is where I am free, my daughter free. 

   Living in the last district of your internally destroyed system organized by heartless officials makes it tough. Though some of them are reachable, cause they buy what I got in the supposedly illegal wilderness. Wild turkeys, some squirrels, a deer. Well, the deer makes a good venison soup. Especially when it's cooked by one of our districts best cook, Granma Sae, it could turn the whole district bidding for pieces of the deer. 

   As I watch the katniss roots being cooked above the fire, Katniss runs through the meadows.  "Come here, Kat. There may be snakes there", I said. "Don't worry Dad. Snakes are more dangerous in the Capitol than here." Of course. They are much worse than snakes. But the way that my daughter told me that sentence, it flings a thought that tickles my thoughts. How could she, a young child distinguished by innocence and a little bit of bravery, able to say those words? What if someone hears her? No, no one can hear her. Except me. She's free here. We're free here.

  As the hot glaring sun is sharing its rays to the blackened earth, everyone start to be silent. The silence somehow makes me think I'm deaf, not only until someone spoke from my back. "Nice squirrels you have there. How much?" 

   It is a familliar voice. The husky one with the muscular tone, I know he is talking to me. "Croiss. Haven't seen you in a while. huh?" Cross was a friend of mine, until I married Patina. The girl we both love. But who knew that she was going to be in love with me too. A girl from the town, able to feed herself thrice a day, gone head over heels to a man devoted to the woods, the mines, and the coals. I thought she's going to love Croiss because they always meet whenever they go out of their houses in town. Because who would marry a coal miner? Then it happened. Luckily she loved me, too.

 "Busy with the bakery thingy. Well being a father means being busy keeping your family alive. With additional efforts here in Twelve.", said Croiss. "You're lucky you have a steady life and a happy family", I replied. "Well to my opinion, you're more lucky than I am." After that, we talked about things about having a family, and how to support them until the last contraction of your diaphragm. Croiss has a good mouth. He blurts out words as if each syllable is consist of love. Well, I'm not like that. But I praise those who are.

 After the lengthy conversation, the negotiation took place. I've got 7 slice of bread in exchange for 2 squirrels. Not a bad trade for this day. I'm lucky. I really am. Well as long as anyone told me I am, I really am.