A/N: Okay. I know this is far from perfect; in fact, I don't think it's very good at all. But please, if you take the time (not very long because it's only short, as you can see!) to read this piece, take the time to review? I like knowing what you think of me: it encourages me to write, whether I get good or bad reviews. Blimey, I waffle don't I? Anyways, enjoy! :) xx
Disclaimer: I'm just borrowing. Honest.
I thought I knew Katniss Everdeen.
I spent hours watching her. I was aware of only her. I waited months to see her smile, and even then it was so fleeting it might not have happened.
She was the prettiest girl in the world.
Now... well, I don't know what to think. I haven't seen anyone prettier, but I know she isn't the most beautiful in the world. How can that be possible after all she's done? I don't even know what she's done, but I know it's bad. I know it's unforgivable.
Her eyes sparkle just like they used to. Except now the spark is full of hate and malice. She's dangerous. Unstable. Why can't they see that? Why can't I? Even after all I've seen and heard, she still has some kind of hold over me. I want to break it and yet... I don't.
I though Katniss was perfect. The most amazing girl I would ever meet.
But when you look, really look; what is there, save a moody girl that wants things she can't have?