The hanging tree EDITING IN PROGESS

It was December 2nd when I had last seen the remains of district 12. The mellark bakery was no longer there. My home was no longer there. District 12 was no longer there, but yet my heart was still there.

The tree I sat by when peeta through the bread at me was the only remaining tree left, Which made the air dark and gloomy.

After a while I set off to go home. Once I reach our house my kids come running up to me, Hayley and Xavier. Peeta soon comes up behind them. "Where'd you go?" Peeta asks. "Oh I just went to go see district 12." I say. It was very hard to say district 12.