I came up with this idea because Madge shouldn't have died and Katniss shouldn't have choosen Peeta. I don't own the hunger games.


Today's the day. I'm walking out of my house and will shop, hunt, and sell. I can't keep living within these walls with Peeta and Greasy Sae forever. So I put on my father's jacket, get my bow, and walk out the front door. I walk into the forest now that the gate is gone. I catch three rabbits with little effort. Even though it seems like it's been an eternity since I have been hunting. I'll always know how to hunt. I then come across my and Gale's old resting spot. I sit down and tears begin to fill my eyes. I can't remind myself of things I've lost; I need to think of the things I'll gain. Like Peeta and our future together. Or the new Panem, where the hunger games are no longer a reality. I see a duck flying in the air and kill it with an arrow. I run to where it falls and pull out the arrow. I pick up the duck and head toward the new and improved the Hob. I walk out of the forest and start heading there. I am no longer familiar with all of the sellers. I feel lost and out of place, but I have to try to leave my house. I sell most of my catches until I have only the duck left. I mange to sell it to a new girl named Cynth. Cynth is Greasy Sae's niece.

"It's nice to meet you," I say to her.

"You too. Since my aunt has spent a lot of time at your house she gave me her old business. I was from 5 but came here when the rest of my family died," she says.

"I'm sorry for your loss," I tell her remembering Prim.

"Yeah I lost all seven of them," she says sadly.

"But I don't think you can live your life mourning your loved ones. They would want you to be happy," she says with a smile on her face.

"You know what, you're right," I tell her.

"Bye," I tell her walking away.

"Bye," she tells me.

I'm in the middle of the Hob when I spot a stand for strawberries. Normally I would of been the one selling them, but some other girl was. She is my age and has blonde hair. She looks familiar. She then sees me and her face explodes with joy. She rushes towards me.

"Katniss it's been so long!" she says.

She looks so familiar. I then know who she is.

"Madge? It can be you," I ask confused. It can't be her. She and her family died the night of the bombings.

"Of course it's me! Who else could it be?" she asks cheerfully.

It's been a year since I've seen her. She looks different, more mature and wise.

"I thought you died! The night of the bombings," I say confused.

"Who told you that? My house had an underground bomb shelter. Me and my family hid there for days," she says cheerfully.

"Some guy cleaned out your house and told me he found your dead body," I say still confused.

"Oh my gosh…," she says sadly. "We were having a party and not everyone made it to the shelter," she says sadly.

"And they thought it was you? Where were you at?" I ask happy.

"When everyone went to 13 we went to 9. It was the most stable of the fallen districts, besides 2 of course," she says.

"I wanted to visit you, but people started rumors," she says carefully.

Oh god. I knew people started talk about me. They must have thought I was mad, just like Annie.

"But Peeta would always defend you when me or Greasy Sae didn't," she says.

"Peeta knew you were alive?" I ask wondering why he didn't tell me.

"Maybe he didn't know you thought I was dead. Hey look here he comes," she says pointing to an upcoming Peeta.

He comes and gives me a kiss. Madge looks extremely uncomfortable. I wonder if it's because she has never seen us kiss before, or because she always had a small crush on Peeta.

"Peeta why didn't you tell me Madge was alive?" I ask still wondering.

"I thought you knew? You never told me to paint her in the book," he says.

"What book?" she says curiously.

"It's just a book of everyone who was lost to take down the capitol," Peeta says.

"Can I see it? I always wanted to visit, but people said you didn't want to see anybody," she tells me.

"Of course I would have wanted you to visit. It would have relieved me to know you were alive," I say wishing she would have.

"Maybe later like 7 p.m. I really want to catch up with you Katniss. So many things we need to talk about," she says with enthusiasm.

"I know. So how about it, come over at 7 p.m.? I say hoping for a yes.

"I wouldn't miss it for the world," she says.

We wave goodbye and head for home prepping for our unexpected guest.


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