This is my first story I write here so please don't judge. I dont own Hunger Games I just own the this story. When I finished reading the Hunger Games I had a dream about it weird huh!:)
My father died in a mining accident two months ago when the trees were full of white snow gunk. The district had given us a small amount of money as compensation for his death,enough to cover a month of grieving at which my mother would be expected to get a job. only she didn't.
I was terrified, not only did I lose my father the hope and happiness died within my mother as well. At fourteen years,with ten year old Prim I took over as the head of the family. I kept our family presentable so the district wouldn't take Prim to a community home.
As the money ran out we were slowly starving our selves to I got home my mother would just be sitting on a chair just waiting for my father to come .We went by with plants that were edible since my father would always take me to the forbidden forest to hunt and collect plants for eating and medicine purposes.
I know it sucks now but it gets better later on so please review help me get ideas and correct my mistakes, if I have some thank you :)