Collisions (in the works)

Chapter 1

Katniss's POV

       It is a couple days after the victory tour for our grand winning of the 74th annual hunger games. I still play the very last few second of the games, where we both almost took our own lives. I also cannot look at my little sister Prim anymore without being reminded of Rue. Peeta and I are back home in District 12, not much as changed. The smell of coal dust is so strong it is impeccable reminding me of my father as well as Gale, as for  the broken buildings that are around the Seam are still intact.. somewhat. The Meadow is still the same old scruffy field which separates District 12 from the woods. On our way home, we had passed the Hob and greeted Greasy Sae as well as the other venders, Peeta decided to grab a couple bottles of liquor from Ripper for Haymitch's lovely addiction.  Once paid for with the generous amount of winnings that we had won, we had began our way back the trek to the Victor's Village. The once cobblestone is now covered in a blanket of whiteness.  Peeta decides that he will go visit Haymitch and deliver his alcoholic beverages and is going to head home and bake some bread for the stragglers in the Seam, as well as visit his parents. I opened the door to my house, the warm air from the furnace engulfing me.  I shut the door quickly so the cold air doesn't enter the house. I walked into the kitchen and noticed the desirable scent of fish and greens stew that my mother had been brewing while Peeta and I had walkthrough  District 12. 

"Can you set the table for dinner Katniss?" My mother had asked me while she continued prepping the stew. 

 I nod and began to set the table for dinner while Prim was sitting in a chair engrossed in our mother's old book on home remedies. My eyes shifted toward Prim, more like my mother than ever. Her gorgeous blonde locks were put into two french braids that lie at her midback.  

 There was a knock at the door, Prim glanced through the window and happily runs toward the door to answer it. His tall, lean body streaked with the dark coal dust that I use to see  my father when he came home from working the coal mines. His dark brown hair dusted with coal dust and shriveled up. The dust underneath his eyes like my own made the greyness pop. I walked over and hugged Gale tightly breathing in the oak-tree like scent mixed with the fumes of the coal dust. We stood there for a minute or two just enjoying each other's presences, this is the first time we've seen each other since the victory tour has ended since he had been so busy working the mines to help his family. My mother cleared her throat and Gale and I pulled away from our embrace. I suggested to Gale that he could use our shower to get cleaned up and stay for dinner since Peeta is going to do some work at the bakery with his parents.