Heyyy people! So my second fanfic! Get excited! This one has Chapters! Enjoy! = )
It was twenty-five years since I had been known as "The Mockingjay". Twenty-five years since the terrible games that still haunted my nightmares. Peeta and I were now married with two children who were the reason we kept fighting ever day. Still, they did not know the horrible truths we had barred them from. Even when they asked why they never saw Peeta's parents, we had to make up an excuse. We didn't want them exposed to the things we had to live through. I had not spoken to Gale since the rebellion ended. I think it was too much pain for him to bear to be around Peeta and me. I missed him. I had heard that he was married with a son on the way. They still lived in district two, now that it had been restored after that horrible war. I wanted so badly to go into the woods, to the place we used to meet, and find him waiting ther for me. I sighed, deep in thought. I was home with the kids while Peeta was at work. He had opened a bakery where his parent's used to be. He wanted to try to remember his past. Ever since he was captured by the capitol and robbed of his memories, he had had a hard time. The bakery helped him. He loved it, almost as much as being home with us. I broke my thought to get up. I had to start geting things ready for supper. Siena, our oldest, had taken over hunting for me when I had gotten older. I couldn't believe I was fory-two now. My son, Finn, sometimes helped his father in the bakery but most of the time he stayed with me.
"Momma?"
His little voice broke my thought once again.
"Mail for you," Finn said holding out the envelope in his small hands.
"Thank you, my little monkey," I said tickling him. He giggled and ran off to play once more.
I inspected the envelope closely. It was addressed to me in careful handwriting. The return address didn't have a name, rather just the initials G.H.
What do you think? Should I continue with it? Should I kill it? (I really don't want to!) Review! = )
