Prologue

Katniss Everdeen hated Wednesdays.

She'd never really understood why. It seemed to stem from a multitude of reasons – the most serious being that it was on a Wednesday six years ago that she lost her father forever and the most trivial being that she had triple English on a Wednesday afternoon.

In particular she hated this Wednesday.

She knew that the thick, crisp layer of snow that had fallen while she had been suffering through English would make her late for work. She really didn't need that right now – her boss Alma Coin hated tardiness and Katniss was one black mark away from being fired.

Katniss hated working the evening shift at the 24 hour diner, she hated the fact that she would get home late and then have to start working on her stupid English essay and she hated that, without a doubt, she would be frozen numb by the cold because in her rush that morning, she'd forgotten to grab her coat.

Yeah, she hated Wednesdays.

Infact the only thing that trumped her hatred for Wednesdays was her hatred for Peeta Mellark.

Katniss Everdeen despised Peeta Mellark.


So I've thought about writing this story for ages and am finally doing it! This is just a cheeky prologue so bear with for the real action. Also I am English but am trying to write this story set in America so if there are any mistakes, just let me know.

So yeah, let me know what you think and whether it's worth my time to continue! x