Summary: Katniss and her sister Primrose are moving to live with their uncle Haymitch after the death of their parents in an accident. The rebellious 17 year old Katniss tries to cope with her missing feeling for her old life in New York and her new life in North Carolina where she meets a charming blue-eyed and blond-haired boy. Modern AU. Characters are pretty OOC

Hey guys, this is a new story I've been thinking recently. I got this idea when I watched the Last Song's film that is created based on the novel of Nicholas Sparks, only with some changed plot line. The characters are owned by the amazing Suzanne Collins. I only own this story and the plot.

My name is Katniss Everdeen. I am 17 years old. I have a younger sister named Primrose. My parents are dead from an accident just a few months ago. We are moving to our uncle Haymitch's place in Wrightsville Beach, North California. Well, Haymitch isn't exactly our uncle. He's just a close friend of my late father. Since I don't think the orphanage is a good place for Prim to grow up, we've decided to live with him despite Haymitch and I don't have a very close relationship. But Prim likes him and so is he to Prim, not in a wrong way of course.

Here I am. In North Carolina. A hot, crowded city full of teenagers who love to spend their time at the beach, partying, swimming, flirting and things that God knows what. And honestly to say, I'm not one of them, but I'm also not actually the type that likes to mope around at home. I'm more like an anti-social girl who loves to wander around. I'm glad we moved here in the beginning of summer, because I don't have to think about school. Not that I think much about it; I've decided to start working and earn some money so that Prim and I can find our own place because I know that we can't rely on Haymitch forever.

Prim and I are now at the airport, waiting for Haymitch to pick us up. I look through the crowds grumpily. He knows that he needs to pick us at 12, and now it's already 2! For Christ's sake, I promise when he shows up, I'm gonna kick his ass. Prim is sitting patiently next to me; her face displays the excitement to see her favourite 'uncle'. "Isn't it exciting to see Uncle Haymitch again? We didn't see him much last year," she says.

"I don't know, Prim. All I know is that when he shows up, he's gonna get it," I tell her.

"Oh come on. We're gonna stay with him from now on. Can't you be a bit nicer?" She ask.

I just tell her, "I can't promise that."

Our luggage is lying on the floor tiles, with me guarding them with my life. Just when I'm about to hit the call button on my phone, I hear the sound of a truck coming closer. Then a familiar old red truck parks at the parking lot in front of us. A man with messy dark hair gets out of the truck, slamming the door behind him and walks towards us. He looks kind of worn out.

"Hey! How are my favourite girls doing?" Haymitch greets us with a grin on his face, holding out his arms to welcome us. We all know I'm not going to walk straight into them, and Prim jumps from her seat and jump onto his arms.

"Hi, Uncle Haymitch!" She squeals. "I've missed you so much since the last two summers."

"I've missed you too, little flower," he says. He turns his attention to me. "Hey there, sweetheart."

I roll my eyes and slide my bag strap on my shoulder. "Where have you been?" I snap. "We've been waiting for you like two hours!"

He scratches the back of his head, looking on the floor as if embarrassed to look at my eyes. "I… overslept," he mumbles.

I chuckle, not in a humor way but in annoyed way. "You overslept! Were you drinking last night?" I ask, knowing he's quite a heavy drinker at times.

"There was a huge party and I didn't want to miss it."

I shake my head and rub my temple with my fingers. I'm about to start a speech, but Prim knows things will get heated so she stops me. "Can we talk about this later, Katniss? We're still in the airport," she pleads.

I sigh. "You're right," I say, caressing her innocent, sweet face. I hear Haymitch releases a relieved breath. I glare at him. "This isn't over yet," I warn him and he shrugs.

"Come on. Let's get your bags onto the truck," he says.

We carry our luggage and dump them on his vehicle, then Prim is the first one to get onto the seat. She sits on the middle seat between me and him. The journey from the airport to Wrightsville isn't very pleasant due to the reek of alcohol in his car. I have to cover my nose the whole way even though I've lowered the side window to let the fresh air in. My sister doesn't seem to mind as she cheerfully tells Haymitch random stories about her friends and her school. I stay quiet and look at the place we're staying from now on through the window.

There are lots of souvenir shops beside the beach as well as stores selling surfboards, grocery stores and restaurants. The citizens are mostly tanned, probably because of spending too much time under the sun. I see middle aged men walking across the street with cigarettes between their fingers or their lips, teenage boys wearing only loose tank tops and a pair of three-quarter shorts, or just beach shorts, holding surfboards, whether they're really experts or they're just holding them to impress the girls who prefer wearing only bikini. Honestly to say, even without the boards, the girls will easily be swept off their feet by just looking at their naked, muscular chest.

Seriously, don't they have anything better to do instead of ogling?

I have to admit; at least the beach is able to make me slightly better. The turquoise colour of the water somehow manages to calm down the irritation I had earlier, and the surface is shining under the radiant sun like diamonds. The sky is filled with seagulls flying around. And the beach is crowded with people having fun with their friends and families. I see a family of two girls with their parents. I turn my gaze away from them because they remind me of my own family before my parents' death. I close my eyes and pretend to sleep until we arrive to our destination.

Soon I feel Prim shake my shoulder and points out to a beach house that belongs to Haymitch. It's been a while since the last time I visited this place. I think it was when I was seven or eight, I don't remember. Haymitch only came to visit us at New York to celebrate Thanksgiving and Christmas or just to spend some time with my family every summer. Last summer was an exception because I heard he had something important to do for the whole year. However, he did come to our parents' funeral and I appreciate him for that.

We climb off his truck and carry our bags into the house. I approach the house slowly as I stare it. It's not so bad. The front porch has a perfect view; it directly displays the beach. The wooden railings at the front porch are well in balance and look as if they were just newly repaired. The pale paint of the wall is quite clean. There's an old swing on the porch, it has been there since the last time I saw it and I'm surprised it's undamaged at all as I touch the smooth texture. I have the feeling Haymitch tries to make the house welcoming since we're gonna stay here for I don't know how long. Prim opens the door and reveals the living room. She excitedly inspects the room; the furniture is arranged neatly and surprisingly there are no dusts to be seen anywhere. She then runs upstairs where our rooms are located. I follow right behind her and when I reach the top, she's already in her room, unpacking. I enter mine which is exactly next to hers.

The room isn't too small or too big. It has a single bed, a desk and a closet that looks large enough to fit my stuff in. I check the bathroom and thank God it looks clean to me. Afterwards, I unpack my stuff and arrange everything perfectly. Knowing that my adventure spirit has risen, I grab my flip-flops and a pair of sunglasses.

Watch out, Wrightsville beach. Here I come.

So no Peetniss action yet. I want to see some opinion from you guys first and see if I should continue or not. If I do have enough reviews, the Peetniss action will happen in the next chapter. So as always, reviews make me smile.