ᴏɴ ɴᴏᴠᴇᴍʙᴇʀ 6ᴛʜ, 1985, ᴡɪʟʟ ʙʏᴇʀs ᴄʀᴀsʜᴇᴅ ʜɪs ʙɪᴄʏᴄʟᴇ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʀɪᴅɪɴɢ ʜᴏᴍᴇ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʜᴇᴇʟᴇʀ ʜᴏᴜsᴇʜᴏʟᴅ, ᴅᴀᴍᴀɢɪɴɢ ʜɪs ʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ 2 ᴅᴀʏs ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ ᴡɪᴛʜ ɴᴏ ʀᴇᴄᴏʟʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ᴡʜᴏ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs. ᴘʟᴀɢᴜᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʙsᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴏғ ʜɪs ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀɪᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ʜᴀɪʀᴇᴅ ʙᴏʏ ᴡʜᴏ ʀᴇғᴜsᴇs ᴛᴏ ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴡɪʟʟ ʜɪs ɴᴀᴍᴇ, ᴀʟʟ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙʏᴇʀs ʜᴀs ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ɪs ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ. ᴛʜᴀᴛ's ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀʀᴅ ᴘᴀʀᴛ.

"There's not much of a reason for me to stay here. Besides the fact that you're here, Eds."

What if Katniss never volunteered for Prim? What would her story be like? Most likely, she would have been killed by one of the career tributes. But what if the odds really are in her favor? Read Prim's story, as she is picked for the 74th annual Hunger Games to fight to the death. This is a fan-fiction story based on the novel "The Hunger Games" by Suzanne Collins. *Disclaimer: I do not own any rights to the characters, ideas, plot, dialogue, and whatsoever. All rights go to Suzanne Collins, the author of the original book, The Hunger Games. This is just a fan-fiction novel based off the novel. Please take note that if you haven't read the books (or watched the movies), this might be a bit hard to understand.* first draft ©2014 illiterate-writer revision ©2018 illiterate-writer cover ©2015 Thethreesisters

No, no, no. no! This can't be true what in the devil's name? Why am I seeing Jaro Briggs? After 20 fucking years. Did I lose my mind? "What are you doing here?" I asked scared, tense, humiliated and feeling every fucking feeling. "I might ask you the same." He said with a smirk. Damn him how in the world is he still managing to look that hot. He hasn't changed much except aged a bit yet looking lesser than his age. "This is my house for goddamn sake," I yelled. "I thought this was Mr Holder pipes house." "I am his wife. Which makes this house also mine!" "So you are a married woman with kids ? How riveting yet dumbfounding". He said. Is he complimenting me or commenting on me? "What did think I would be? A pole dancer?" I sighed. "More or less. Yet you have remained that beast always devouring anything that gets in its way." He accused. How dare he talk to me in this way, in my very own house. "It's been almost 20 years, Jaro don't act like you still know me!" I called out. "Is it so? Then why do I see you staring at my pants ?" He said with that damn smirk again. Why in the hell he showed out of nowhere and tormenting me? What he and I had is in past. Water under the bridge. "Don't tell me you still expect me to do all the things we did as teenagers." He said calmly. ************************ Michelle is an ordinary vet doctor, with a lovable husband, charismatic daughter and stupendous son. However, her routine life takes a turn with an abrupt encounter with her long-lost past boyfriend. Things get more hideous when they should share the neighbourhood. Even more complicated when her daughter Lana is strangely attracted to him. Does fate have its twisted way of unravelling her past with her family? However, her past isn't exactly water under the bridge. *Cover photo, not mine. Credit to the owners* *mature content*