The thing about family is that it is the most important part of life, as if you don't have people you love and people that love you, whether blood related or not, you as a person are nothing.
Once you hear my story you might think, but she had family and people who loved her, how can she justify this. I can as I lost the most important person to me before i was even twelve, my father.
I looked up to him and before I could fully get to know him he was ripped away from me and from that moment I became the person I am today, Katniss Everdeen, the Girl on Fire, the Symbol of Hope, the Saviour and the Mockingjay. This is my story how I loved and lost, fought and begged, protected and watched, killed and saved and how I have suffered countless times but gained so much more.
Before I dive into my story I think I should give you a few background stories, the first is of my father 'Logan Everdeen' surviving past the age of 6.
You see my uncle Haymitch Abernathy is the Victor of the 50th Annual Hunger Games, which unfortunately for him was the 2nd Quarter Quell, meaning it was more difficult and deadly than usual, but with winning came great sacrifice.
My uncle managed to outsmart the Capitol and by extension President Snow, that resulted in my grandparents, my uncle Boyd aged twelve at the time and my aunt Isabelle aged eight being murderer in cold blood, before my uncle Haymitch returned home to District Twelve. My father survived because of the his last name, as Haymitch and my father had different fathers, which still to this day I don't know why, but it saved his life.
Everybody in District Twelve knew they were blood brothers but never entertained those thoughts as it was really none of their business and also to be honest nobody in their right mind would mess with a Hunger Games Victor, so the District keep their secret.
My father and Haymitch keep their relationship a near secret in fear of the Capitol finding out and murder my father, but it didn't stop the two from doing literally everything together.
This dark cloud hanging over their heads wherever they went didn't stop Haymitch from being his brothers best man when he was marrying my mother 'Lilly', it didn't stop him from being at the birth of his first niece, which is me or his second niece 'Primrose' and it certainly didn't stop him from being part of a lives and helping to raise us.
In a number of ways my father and Haymitch helped me become the person I am today a fighter, a surviver, from a young age they put me through training of sorts in surviving, learning skills, such as, fire building, edible and poisonous plants and flowers, snares, how to build and find shelter, hunting and many other things.
At first I was reluctant to continue training when I hit the aged of eleven, but now at the aged of seventeen I truly understand why they did it because they knew I would either be picked as a tribute or I would volunteer for the one thing I love most in this world, my little, innocent, sweet sister, Primrose.