So, this is my first fanfic thingy. I'm a big Hunger Games fan and so this series is inspired by what I think would happen after the events in Mockingjay. This first part is unfortunately really short so forgive me and I will be making longer ones!
Again, as this is my first fanfic I've posted, I would appreciate any feedback or *big word alert* constructive criticism!
Enjoy this very short entry!
It was a cool winter morning in District 12, and Katniss Everdeen – the victor of the 74th and 75th Hunger Games, picked up her bow as she walked out of her house. Sighing, she brushed a strand of her braid out of her face. "Hi Katniss!" It was Eleanor, a bubbly young girl who sometimes helped Peeta at the bakery. "Hello," Katniss wasn't feeling sociable. "Where's Peeta?" Good question, Katniss thought, she hadn't seen him since yesterday evening when he'd said that he was working on a new art project or something...
"I'm not sure, but the door's open if you want to speak to him – he'll probably be in the study or the kitchen. Tell him I'm going hunting and I'll be back at noon. Oh and maybe that I would stew!" Eleanor grinned and nodded enthusiastically "On it!" She then ran off into the Victor's Village. Sweet girl, Katniss thought, and this distraction would keep Eleanor from annoying her any longer.
By the time she had reached the gates off the border, the cold wind had picked up speed battering her cheeks. Ducking under the broken gate, she breathed in the air and surveyed the woods. After District 12 was blown up by the now-fallen Capitol, most of it was rebuilt. Paylor, who was voted president of Panem, had given as much money as possible to the rebuilding of 12 and the restoration of some of the worst-off districts. District 12 was now a modern, safe society of only about 450 people but for old-times sake the wood stayed – not that any residents of Panem wanted to relive the memories from before the uprising of 13. After have walking about a mile into the forest, Katniss decided to set some traps to maximise chances of game. Her hands carelessly fiddled through a string of rope to tie it into a big, strong knot capable of holding larger prey – like turkeys or rabbits. Exactly the knot that Gale had taught her when she was 13. Why? A tear came to her eye thinking about him.
Ever since the incident in Capitol, she had tried to forget her best friend. Gale had seemed a monster to her, he knew Prim was there and yet the bombs were still dropped... A part of her would always miss Gale no matter how deep it was hidden. Despite the emotions of sadness, grief, anger, frustration, hatred that came with Gale's name, she would always love him. Not like Peeta but there was a place in her heart for him. She then jumped at a rustle in the bush behind her and drew her bow, arrow aimed. It was unlikely that it would be a mutt but they were still out there between districts, wandering aimlessly around.