Author's Notes- First fan fic here! Ahh, I've always wanted write one w This is just a introduction though, kinda get you introduced to what has happened in the 3 years after Katniss dies in this alternate pathline. All for now, see you later? :') WAIT, review please? Pretty pwease with Lamb Stew with Plums on top? :3
Had it truly been three years? That old tv in the corner is where Prim had watched her sister die on live television. A victim of the capitol. She was stupid! She should had just shot him through the heart and went on with her life. Yet, she swallowed the berries and died in Peeta's arms. Ok, perhaps Peeta DID love her and killing him would have been wrong but still. She had heard rumors that Peeta hasn't left his house in the Victor's Village since the 74th Hunger Games. Kept awake by nightmares each night. Calling out for Katniss in his sleep. Well, that's what they say...people sure do know how to twist up things in this District.
Prim splashed water on her face from a small stream to clear her head. After watching Katniss die, their mom went back into that dark, bleak depression. Prim had to become the Katniss of the family, begging Gale to teach her how to hunt. Of course, after much trial and error and getting Prim accustomed to killing animals, Prim finally was able to set a few traps and kill something with a knife. She couldn't catch much, but it wasn't life she had a ton of mouths to feed. Her mother barely ate anything, the only things she ate was food that Prim had to force down her throat.
Prim glanced up at the sky. What the- It was already that late? Running swiftly, Prim easily slid under the fence and ran to her shamble of a house. She ran a brush through her blonde hair and slid on a blue dress, her heart clenching for a moment as she realized this was the one Katniss had worn. No time, no time to think about that. Placing a quick kiss on her mothers forehead, Prim ran out the door. Children ages 12-18 were already gathered in their designated groupings. Mayor Undersee was just finishing the required opening speech. She was only half aware of Effie Trinket, looking as ridiculous as ever in a lime green wig, crossing over to the girls bowl as Prim maneuvered through the crowd. Then she stopped short, her heart's beat seemed to cease. It COULDN'T be...no way. She had misheard that name, yes, that was it...there was just another girl with a similar name. Almost convinced of this, she heard Effie repeat the name. There was certainly no denial now. The name in Effies hand was none other then Primrose Everdeen.