My name is Gale

Chapter 3

As I enter the woods, I find Katnisses bow and run to the farest part of the meadow and put my face in my hands and start wearing hyserically. I should of volunteered in his place. I should of saved Katniss in the arena, make sure that she wins, even if it means to die myself, it would be worth it if Katniss lived. Then I spot turkey and make my way slowly to the black feathered creature. I take an arrow and load my bow. I shoot it and manage a smile. First time all day.

I walk in the everdeens house and they are sitting on chairs watching Caeser Flickerman and Seneca crane tallk about the tributes of the 74th Hunger games. I usually don't watch any of the pre games stuff. I don't even plan on watching the games this year either. I didn't think prim and mrs Everdeen would.
"Hello" I say
"Gale"prim screams in cheerfulness. She runs to me and gives me a big hug.
"I bought you some dinner, would you like me to cook?"
"that's very nice of you Gale but you need to go home and feed your family as well." Mrs Everdeen says, her eyes still locked on the floor.
"Yes, I do bit we still have plenty of wheats and grains left from tesserae so they should be fine."
"I think we have tesserae too, don't we mother?" Prim asks awfully cheery. I don't know what's got her in such good spirits, her sister is just about to die. Maybe it's all that stuff I told her earlier. She obviously took that seriously. I did say it to make her happy, but she obviously thought I meant what I said, I guess that my fault.
"Never mind, I'll make it any way. I stopped by the bakery on the way to the reaping, have you got any cheese left Prim?" I asked
"Yes, special goats cheese for the night of the-" and she burst into tears again. She runs to me and sobs into my jacket.
"Hey, hey Prim she will be fine, I promise," she takes a step back and asks, '' can I help with the dinner, oh and can you stay too?"
"As much as I'd like to, I'm sorry,I can't stay much longer, but I could use the help," we walk into the tiny kitchen with the squeaky floor beneath our feet. I hand her a box of goats cheese and she starts spreading it on the bread while I cook the turkey over the fire.