So anyways, I am writing this story for my friend, missy mockingbird, she likes Gale but I don't.
A storm out at sea or a strong wind.
I remember one day Katniss and I stole her mother's dictionary we didn't think that it would matter too much so we looked up each others name Katniss was only thirteen and I was fourteen and we both knew that the reaping was coming soon. I was worried so when Katniss read out that Gale was a storm out at sea or a strong wind I felt myself blushing.
"What's the matter? Don't you think you're strong," Katniss laughed before lifting my arm.
"Well we both know that the reaping is getting closer and who will look after everyone if I get chosen," I gabbled.
She looked at me with a sadness in her eyes; it quickly turned into anger. Katniss slapped me across the face – boy can that girl hit. I realised just then that my hand was reaching up to my face – as if I would still be able to feel the slap mark from those years ago. I felt my hand reaching towards my lips. Memories of the kiss came flooding back to me, the feel of her lips against mine. Tears started pouring down my face as I had remembered what I had done. Primrose Everdeen was never coming back. I turned back to my writing starting off where I had stopped. … Boy can that girl hit- although it isn't surprising when you see how well she can hunt. She turned at me and said, "Gale, we both know how strong we are. If you get reaped I will look after my family…"
"And if you get reaped I will look after your family," I added, although she already knew.
I didn't get reaped, ever; although she did. She survived and then survived again. But she fell in love with Peeta.
I remember the rebellion as though it was just yesterday, the bombs I created, the ones that killed Prim. I hated those times, when I knew that it was mostly my fault that Prim died, when I knew that Katniss probably would never want to come near me again.
That's why I ran off, left to District 2. I didn't want to show my face again.
I had seen everything about her, even though I knew I needed to move on. I knew that she was happy without me and that she had two children. I was beginning to get over her.
Ring, Ring. Ring, Ring.
That would be my new phone, everyone got one installed recently.
"Gale Hawthorne?" the operator asked.
"Yes, that would be me."
I heard the phone being passed around on the other side.
"Gale, this is Plutarch Heavensbee and I need you to do a job."
"What is it?" I asked warily.
"We need you to go around all of the Districts and check if the electric fences are safely removed."
"I guess I can," I replied indifferently.
"Good. Your train leaves tomorrow."
Only after I hung up the phone did I realise what it meant; I am going back to District 12.