As I walk home I think of the girl who sang so beautifully that even the birds stopped and listened. I had just managed to catch her name and I know I will remember it, even though I may be small.
At home I asked my dad about her and he just replied in his deep voice, " her dads a miner and her mother is a doctor. The girls of that household have a way of attracting men"
It was a cold winters morning and two years since I had thrown the bread for Katniss. Since that day I had watched her even more than usual. Just a few glances across the classroom or playground now and then, she sometimes caught me looking then my eyes would flick back to the task in hand. She was pretty but not amazingly so, but she was perfect for me. That does not mean I had not had girlfriends, God no. I had kissed various girls but I always thought of Katniss. Katniss just ignored me as her eyes were mostly focused upon Gale who she went out hunting with. I have always been jealous of Gale as he shares this connection with her that I doubt I ever will. But as she stand across the field her hair in her signature braid, her lips chapped from the cold and her Seam grey eyes wary she screams hunter to me.
"You like her don't you", inquires one of my friends.
I smile and nod as unusually I am in no mood for talking.
As I walk up onto the stage that awaits the me for the 74th Hunger Games I cant help but smile inside. Even though death may be around the corner I will at last be with Katniss. Katniss the hunter and survivor