Author's Note: For those of you who are wondering, yes this story used to be called,' the promise,' but I decided to rewrite the story because I didn't like how it turned out.
I know, the summary sucks but it's temporary. As we get deeper in the story, I'll have a better summary, just bear with me for now.
Disclaimer: I don't own the hunger games or its characters. All credit goes to Suzanne Collins. And I don't own the movie or novel ,' last song.' All credit goes to Nicholas Sparks.
Katniss's POV
"I have no idea what to do with you anymore, you're going to your mother's," My dad says as we get in the car.
"It was an accident!" I yell.
"Really? What about two days ago? Was that an accident as well?" He scolds.
I sigh and pull at my hair," I swear this was the last time! Just don't send me to mom's!"
"You had enough chances," He says and starts the car.
I sigh and kick the dashboard.
"Put your seatbelt on." He demands.
I roll my eyes and put it on.
My best friend Cassie and I were walking around at the mall. I saw a pair of combat boots which I instantly fell in love with.
Flashback...
"It's too much money," I roll my eyes.
"Who said anything about money?" She wiggles her brows; I smirk.
End of flashback...
Right when we were leaving the store, the alarm went off and we were caught.
Dad parks the car in the driveway, turns to me, and says," I just want to know why you did it?"
" I was scared and-" I begin
"Quit lying," He mutters.
I roll my eyes and get out the car.
"Katniss Everdeen, come back here!" He scolds.
I race up the steps and unlock the door with my house key. I get in the house and go up the stairs.
"Katniss!" My dad yells.
"What!" I yell and look down the stairs.
"Don't you walk away from me!" He yells.
"What do you want?" I yell.
"Give me an honest answer." He tells me.
"I stole because I wanted to!" I yell. I'm not going to tell him that I didn't have enough money. He's always offering to give me money but I deny. He had to waste a lot of money on the divorce. He doesn't need to waste it on me; the child that he got stuck with.
He sighs and says," Go pack your bags."
I huff and go to my room. I grab a bag and start to throw my clothes into it.
An hour later, grab my bag, my phone, and head downstairs.
Just as I enter the living room, dad turns to me and says," Ready?"
"Yeah," I say in a distant tone and head towards the car.
When I get in, I make sure to slam the door so he can know how angry I am.
He knows I don't like going to mom's. The last time I went to visit her, was four years ago for spring break.
My dad gets in the car and I say," How long will I be there?"
"Just for the rest of the summer," He starts the car.
"Dad, that's two months!" I shriek." I have friends-"
"You'll survive." He says with annoyance.
I glare at him and look out the window.
...
"Katniss," I feel someone shake my shoulder.
"Hmh," I groan and swat the person's hand away.
"Get up, we're here," I hear Dad's voice.
I rub my eyes and grab my bags before I get out.
"Daddy!" I hear prim's squeals.
She jumps on dad and plants kisses on both his cheeks.
"I haven't seen you in a long time!" She starts to cry.
"John! Katniss!" My mother comes out the house with a big smile.
Dad sets Prim down and gives mom a hug.
"Hi Katniss," Prim smiles.
"Prim," I greet, trying to hide my anger.
"You...look...different," My mom says in shock looking at me from head to toe.
I'm wearing ripped jeans, with my favorite band as a t-shirt, with combat boots. I'm wearing eye liner, I have a nose ring, and my hair is in a messy braid.
I roll my eyes and walk towards the house.
"Katniss, come back here!" Dad calls after me.
I ignore him and keep walking.
"Katniss!" He yells in anger.
"What?" I hiss in anger.
"Don't be rude to your mother," He glares at me.
"John, it's fine-" Mom begins.
"What do you want me to say? I'm sorry I look different. I'm sorry I'm not the same bubbly fourteen year old?" I say with venom dripping off my voice.
Dad sighs and says," Please behave yourself. Don't give your mother trouble."
" If you think about it she deserves it. She gave you trouble when-" I begin.
"Stop it." Dad glares at me while glancing at mom.
She looks like she's close to tears. She's really great at playing the victim, I have to give her that.
"I'm going inside, I'll see you in two months," I reply and enter the house.
Author's Note: So what did you all think? Did you like it? Hate it? Please tell me in the reviews or PM.
Also, this story will kind of be like the last song, but I added a bunch of my ideas so the story wont be predictable.
Next update should be soon, as well as for my other stories.
Have a great weekend:)