AN: Hey guys, my names Katniss :b, now if you're bored of the regular Hunger Games stories or you just want to read something else THG, this is the story for you (so really any fan, especially if your obsessed like moi) ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh hhhhhhhhhhhhh! Sorry fan moment there, I'm soooooo embarrassed haha, like you guys haven't had those before, right?! Right? (Cricket sounds)….okay good talk. Anyways I gave this couple (Clove+ Gale in case you didn't know yet) the couple name of Glove, haha get it, like a glove on your hand…HAHAHAHA sooooooooooo funny, (cricket sounds) (*sigh*) well than good talk, I crack myself up all the time! Is that normal? Well I know what great reviewers you guys can be, anonymous or not, you guys are awesome, so first story everrrr! So take it easy on me kk :D I say that with love. Now I think I would like to set a goal for 5 reviews on this chapter okay, if I get them soon I might even update later today?! Enough rambling from me…it won't be like this on every chapter I just needed to introduce myself, so here it is, hope you like it!3
A Glove Story
Chapter 1: Outside the District
"Remember when we first meet?" Gale suddenly spoke.
"Yea I do." I reply. I then think back to those glorious rebellion days of sacrifice, courage, and passion, lots of it. I then turn to him and say "I love you and I don't know what I would do without you," I pause for a brief second, than say "You know that right?"
"Yeah of course I do." Is all Gale responds with. But it's obvious that Gale's Focus is somewhere else. He's still pist about losing the rebellion. I feel bad for him; he's actually got family and friends that he cares a lot about alive still. I on the other hand only have a Father and Aunt that are far away from what you would call family. The others are either dead due to the Hunger Games or…. for other reasons, or are held captive by Snow and the filthy Capitol punks.
Katniss, for instance, he's extremely worried about because Snow, for some devious reason, decided not to arrest the rebellion leaders and keep them in their districts. Gale knows Snow's up to something, but it's driving him crazy because he just doesn't know what yet. And with the announcement on the punishment for the today, (which will most likely be something that has to do with the 76th games), he's worried as hell.
Then I remember the conversation we just had and think back to the day we actually met. It's a vivid picture in my mind and it goes like this:
Gale had taken the day off of his fancy job that had brought him to district two, and he stepped outside the district boundary, illegally just like it was back in twelve. (Not knowing that I was there as always with my precious knives of course.) To go hunting with his bow and arrows. Our district is filled with mountains, so, naturally, he began climbing up the side of it and, being so unfamiliar with the strange terrain he was out of breath a fourth of the way up.
This causes me to smile at the memory, as Gale doesn't show weakness very often.
He was about to turn back when, out of the sky, he spotted an eagle. He aimed, set, and fired at the exact same time my knife went through the eagle. I was far enough away that I couldn't see who stole my kill. But people stealing my kills, I don't take lightly. However I did know one thing, I was not alone today in the woods. Whether I would have to kill the person or if they could keep my secret of being out here, I also did not know.
We then found each other, Gale recognized me from my games, and I decided not to kill him. We instantly became frienemies, which led into something more as you might already know.
All of a sudden, Gale interrupts my thoughts again by saying
"We should get back inside the district; Snow is announcing the punishment today." I give him a sad look, then say
"Okay, let's go home." And with that we walk back to the horror of a world that I just called home, District two. Where Snow will be waiting behind the camera's to make an announcement that will surely be put onto my list of ever-growing nightmares.
