Hey guys! I'm sorry for being MIA for like 2 months... My shitty laptop crashed and I was just able to use it last week. Please don't get mad. Here's my second story! Remember I asked in my last story what I should do next and this is the winner! Woohoo! I was supposed to do the one where they met in a vacation but I figured this is much more fun. Besides, I like to write a revenging Katniss.

Anyways, here it is!

Enjoy!

Prologue

"Get out of my way, slut!"

People say that some days are better than the others. But in my case, it's always the same. Not a day goes by without a single person in this hell of a school that calls me something unacceptable: slut, whore, or bitch. After two years of this, you learn how to deal with it.

Being pushed around in the hallways, getting spitted at, called unworthy names, this is my life now. Bullied. I guess I just need to suck it up. I have nothing against them. I don't know what I did to all those kids who bully me, but I do know how it all started.

Gale Hawthorne.

He's the reason for all of this. Can't blame him, I am sure as hell that I deserve it anyway.

Before moving here in California with my uncle and sister, I lived in a small town called Panem. It's near West Virginia. My dad was killed in a mining accident since that's what most men in our town do to keep up the lives of their family. They say that someone triggered a bomb; others say that it was an accident; nevertheless, my dad is gone. He's never coming back.

Dad. He'd hate to see me like this. My dad and I are very much alike. Everything he loves and hates is everything I love and hate. He taught me everything I knew about hunting. Yes, hunting, living in a place close the woods and everything. He taught me how to shoot the bow and arrows, how to climb a tree, how to swim. But most of all, singing. Singing is like where we most connect with each other. When both of us are singing, no one can disturb us. It's only us: my dad and me.

Mom and Prim are very much alike though. They both share their passion for medicine. While my dad and I have brown hair, grey eyes, and olive skin tone, mom and Prim has blond hair, blue eyes, and fair skin.

Mom and Dad are the perfect example of a perfect couple. When the one walks inside, the other's eyes light up. You cannot miss the chemistry between them.

But everything changed when a despicable day came. I was 12 years old going home from school with an 8-year-old Prim clutching my hand. I immediately knew something was wrong as soon as I saw my mom on the living room, by the telephone, with Dad's coat clutched tightly on her hands.

Apparently, the mine blasted off while my Dad is down there, working his ass off, just to feed us. That's the day my life shattered to pieces. I'm just grateful that they still found my father's remains for us to bury.

A few weeks after the burial, I was thankful to see my mom starting to move again. She would go to work in the morning and go home at night. Just then, she started bringing home random guys. I can tell that Prim is scared; I can see it in her eyes. I try to comfort her, but we both know that our mom is gone. She's gone like dad.

I can hear them every night, doing god-knows-what in her bedroom – in Dad's bedroom. Then one day, I just found a note taped next to our family frame.

I can't take it.

It's simple, but I cannot forgive what that woman did not to me, but to Prim. She still needs her mother to guide her. And now she's gone, I have to fill up for it. I'm not complaining it's better than not knowing what she'll experience with mom's expeditions.

I tried to rationalize our food, work after school and on weekends so that I can feed both of us. On worse nights, I let Prim have what we have. She's the only one I have left; I'll take care of her no matter what.

The next couple of days, when I can't find anything for us to eat, I decided to use what my father taught me. Hunting. And that's where I met Gale Hawthorne.

We became fast friends. Best friends, even. We had each other's backs. We traded hunting lessons: I taught him how to use bow and arrows and he taught me how to make snares. Like me, his father was also killed in the mine explosion. That's why we understand each other. We know what the other went through.

A year later, Gale's mom, Hazelle, re-married a lawyer from California. How'd they met? I have no idea. Gale was ecstatic. His younger brothers and baby sister will now have a father. He can only be the head of the family, but he can never fill the place of a father, because he, himself, needs a dad to look up to.

After the wedding, Gale said that they'll be moving to California. His father-in-law said that he'll be more comfortable knowing that they were near him. When he dropped the bomb on me, I was sad. My best friend is gone. But when I studied his face, he was like faking it. I figured it was just the excitement rubbing off on him.

So they moved. I managed to bring enough food home for Prim and I. Two years later, Haymitch Abernathy called. He's a close buddy of my dad, like a brother. He called us that he'll move us to California. I immediately thought that I can be reunited with my best friend again. But, I asked him why after 3 years he has only made an appearance. He said that he was sobering up himself to prepare himself and that he took care of all the necessary documents needed.

I agreed after asking if Prim is alright with that over dinner. And so we fled to California the next day, taking only our most prized processions. My dad's hunting jacket, Mockingjay pin and bow and arrows. Prim took with her our family photo. Haymitch said that we'll start new there. We accepted.

From there, he took us to our new home. I'm surprised Haymitch took seriously about the sobering up part. He's been drunk ever since his wife, Maysilee, died in a car crash. He's rich. Being married to a rich doctor and coming from a rich family, he had a nice life.

I saw Gale after a couple of days settling down. For the first time I saw him, since the day we last saw each other, he sure changed a lot. He's much tanner, and he's body is much more built. Even though he changed in physical qualities, I thought that he's still the same Gale before.

Guess not.

A few months after our reunion, he asked me out. I said yes. I think it's time for me to push away hard feelings and trust Gale. Besides, I trust him the most other than Prim. We went on a couple more dates before he asked me to be his girlfriend. I was a bit hesitant at first because I'm not ready for that kind of commitment and I'm scared what will happen to Mom and Haymitch will happen to me too. Gale talked me out of it, and I finally agreed.

The start of our relationship was a bit awkward. Gale is popular in school because let's face it, with his dark features and fierce expression, not to mention his toned body from working out, he's handsome. A lot of girls are asking for his attention. With him being famous, and me being the girlfriend, I'm supposed to act like I belong to that kind of group.

A couple of weeks later, he forces me to kiss him in public, hold hands with him. He also prevented me from talking to other guys even though it's only for a school project. Gale got very possessive and not in a good way.

After a couple more weeks, he forced me to have sex with him. This is where I break. I asked him why, he said because it is 'necessary' for couples. Necessary my ass. That day he dumped me because he said I'm too conservative for him and that I'm no good for him.

The next day after we broke up, when I walked down the halls, I noticed that everyone is giving me the stink eye, especially Gale's group. I just ignore it. I later knew that Gale twisted the story, saying that I'm a slut that cheated on him. But, it turns out; he's the cheater between us. I heard in the bathroom one of the girls in his group named Glimmer telling Clove, another girl from the group, that he and Glimmer just had sex this morning. Turns out, he's been cheating on me this whole time with different girls every week.

I guess that's what I get for being so weak and vulnerable.

Because of that, everyone started bullying me. Even though they know I didn't cheat on Gale, they accuse me. Why? Because why would they side with an ugly orphaned loser when they could side with the hot and famous jerk?

Besides, being with me only means that you're bringing down your social class. Social suicide they say.

From then on, I stay away from everyone. I don't talk to anyone. It's safer that way. Standing up for me will only mean more bullying.

I don't cry. Not in front of all those jerks. I cry when I'm in bed. Wishing my dad was there to comfort me and tell me everything's fine.

So now, I make it to a point to study hard. I do it not for me, but for dad. I don't recite, only when I get called. But I study hard for my father. I promise him that I'll never let him down. That he'll be proud of me. Even though I'm bullied here, I don't mind it. I just want my dad to be proud of me.

I just hope that there are other people backing me up on this.

Someone who I can trust.

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-pinkfides09