We know what happens in the end of the Hunger Games, and everything in between. From Prim's goat, to Rue's special song. But that was all from Katniss' point of view. What about the other tributes? What about Peeta? Read my cover of the Hunger Games (Credit of course to Suzanne Collins), and see the exciting story twisted into a tale from a completely different mind.

What if Peeta and Katniss never teamed up? What if Katniss finds trust in the most unlikely person? When Katniss volunteers for her sister, her only thought is to make it back to Prim. But what if another tribute catches her eye? Can she survive the Hunger Games? Can she figure out her mixed feelings for Cato? From the book: "So I want to know what you think about something. " I say slowly. He looks up curiously. " What is it Katniss? " he asks looking into my eyes. I feel immediately guilty for what I am about to say, especially since he saved my life by giving me bread. "So I have been thinking this over in my head and it seems that this is the only choice I have in order to make it home to Prim." I start. "Katniss?..." He says. He doesn't like what I am saying and I haven't even gotten to the worst part yet. "I know you want to make it back home to your family and I know that you are a part of my District, but I need to make it home to Prim!" I say, tears threatening to fall, I feel awful for what I am doing. Peeta looked extremely worried by this point. "What's wrong? What happened- " I cut him off " I'm... I'm... joining...the careers."

The final book in my Hunger Games fan fiction trilogy. (You should probably read the first two before you take on this story.) Prim is now older, but that doesn't mean she has changed one bit. Especially now that her worst nightmares are coming true. When Prim has to head back into the arena for the third time, she is tested against herself, and is pulled away from the ones she loves the most.

Primrose may be out of the arena, but the games sure aren't over. President Snow wants revenge. Big time revenge. Will Prim make it through this battle?

Did you ever think that Foxface was to clever to eat the nightlock by accident? Well this is my story telling you about foxface's death... did she commit suicide???

Every knows the story of Katniss and Peeta. Everyone knows the enemy... Cato, and his bloodthirsty little minion Clove, but like the old saying goes; "There are always two sides to every story". This is the book written for you to see that other side.... . Behind all of that violence, and training, is the untold story, behind two people.... In love. This is THEIR STORY.

This story is just after the Hunger Games first book! I really couldn't think that my life would be normal being the daughter of the star crossed lovers from district 12 . What I really didn't expect though was that I would be thrown into the Hunger Games along with my brother and be forced to fight to the death .......................... Sometimes you just don't live happily ever after ...

Katniss is in depression. She has basically lost everything. Except for one thing. Peeta, the person Katniss thought hated her, but in all reality, he was madly in love with her again. And she's in love with him too, just afraid to admit it. Join Katniss and Peeta again as they grow back together.

Katniss is home in Twelve, after her Trial, barely making it through the nightmares and haze of pain. And then Peeta shows up, determined to settle down and try to regain his memories. But Katniss doesn't want him there, doesn't want to see him....or does she? (This story fills in gaps in the ending or Mockingjay.)

"On the twenty-fifth anniversary, as a reminder to the rebels that their children were dying because of their choice to initiate violence, ever district was made to hold an election and vote on the tributes who would represent it.' I wonder how that would have felt. Picking the kids who had to go. It is worse, I think, to be turned over by your own neighbours than have your name drawn from the reaping ball." I knew what was coming; yet still my chest constricted. Watching, just waiting for the words I knew would form on her lips. 'Ivory Blunt.'