Hey. I really don't know where this story will go because it randomly just came to me. This story is like Katniss' story but it's different if that makes sense. Don't forget to review because if you tell me that you want me to kepp writing, I deffinantly will. Well, I'll stop babbling so you can read this. Thanks.

Disclaimer: I don't own The Hunger Games.

Burning

When I was little I was told not to play with fire, I didn't listen. I have the scars to prove they were right. I didn't care because there was just something about it being forbidden that captivated me.

It wasn't the flame itself, it was something much more- something I can't quite explain.

Maybe I just liked not listening to people. Maybe I just liked pissing everyone off. Little did I know that my small flame would catch like wild fire.

I burned a lot of people, scarred many lives, including mine.

But do you want to know a secret? If I could go back, I would have done the same thing I had done the first time. Play with fire.