Hello fellow Hunger Games fans!

After reading Mockingjay by Suzanne Collins, I felt so sad. Don't get me wrong. I'm glad things worked out that way. But how did it get there? I feel as though there's a whole other storyline waiting to be told connecting the day Peeta planted the Primrose bushes to that day in the meadow. So if you would like to hear my fantasy of events that led to the conclusion of the Hunger Games Trilogy, then enjoy!

Disclaimer: I own nothing - all ideas and rights go to the lovely Suzanne Collins. Thanks for all three books of pure magic. For without them, I'd have no story to share.

Preface:

The smoke still hangs in the air above what used to be District 12. The Victor's Village remains unscathed, and for that, I am grateful. The war has ended and President Snow as well as President Coin are dead. The final blood has been shed and it's all over. My mother has abandoned all hope of returning to this wretched place I call home. But, it is the only home I have ever known. This is where my roots are, this is where I lived my childhood. My sister, one of the few joys in my life is gone forever. I have lost my best friend to a deed that cannot go forgotten, it was unforgivable. What to do now?

*ooOoo*

Oh! How rude of me. I'm pouring out all my woes to you, and you still have no clue who I am. My name is Katniss Everdeen. I am 17 years old. I live in the Victors Villiage of the sad remains of District 12. I am one of the Victors of the 74th Hunger Games. I am the mockingjay and the face of the rebels who destroyed the evil Capitol of Panem. The closest person I have to me here is Peeta Mellark. He is my fellow Victor of the 74th Hunger Games. He is the only thing I have left, besides Haymitch. But Haymitch's wife and family are pure white liquor. He answers to no one, can't have one conversation with me without us going for each other's throats, lies, and drinks. Yet we still love each other. No, not that kind of love. More like... older brother and younger sister sort of relationship? I guess we do kind of have those charming qualities. We fight all the time but that's why I love him, Haymitch that is. Okay, hold up. You're still caught on that kind of love, aren't you? Can't a girl mention it without explaining herself? Alright, you caught me.

Peeta. The other boy. That's who you're think about. The one that I pretended to be madly in love with just so that we would get out of those Games alive. The one who recently has tried to kill me on multiple occasions. The boy with the bread. That Peeta? Yeah him. I still don't know how I feel. There are times when I feel so good with him. But then that best friend, the one who most likely had a hand in murdering my sister, Gale, he comes back to haunt me. If we had lived in an alternate universe where the Hunger Games never existed, we may have had something. But we don't and now we'll never know. He probably has girls swooning over him wherever he is. Holding another girl in his arms. Last I heard he was somewhere in District 2, with a new job in the military. I'm relieved, now I don't have to worry about seeing him. I don't know what I'd do.

Anyway, want to hear the rest of my story? Then keep reading. I really hope the odds are in your favor. More so than they were in mine, anyway.

I'll try to update soon! Same rules apply to this story as my Maximum Ride fanfic. No comments are necessary. If you want to reply go ahead. Up to you. Though they're nice to hear - they're completely optional for I know you have lives too. So go live it!

I also would like to make clear that I will not make any promises of when I will update. We all know how dreadful I've been with my other story... sigh. Let's hope this one gets my creative juices flowing.

May the Odds Be Ever In Your Favor,

Mx2Blue326