TITLE: Goner
WC: 371
SERIES: The Hunger Games
RATING: K
I do not own The Hunger Games, Suzanne Collins does. I also do not own Gale Hawthorne, only Ryan and Rosie.
please enjoy my first attempt at writing the famous school day scene. this is my first hunger games fic so please no flame yet. make sure to R&R though !


It is a sunny and cool September morning in district twelve. A father with seam grey eyes and dark hair is seen walking his young five year old son to school. His first day of school to be exact. Children are running left and right, rushing to meet their friends after spending a whole summer apart.

The father, Gale Hawthorne leans down to his dark haired, grey eyed son, Ryan, and points to a little blue eyed girl dressed in a yellow plaid dress, and had her dark hair in two braids that just began to line up with the other students. "See that little girl? I wanted to marry her mother, but she ran off with a baker "said the father. "The baker? Why did she want a baker if she could've had you?" question the kindergartener. Just as Gale was about to answer his son, the school bell rang. He kissed his son on the forehead, gave him a tight hug, and escorted his son to the line of eager classmates. "I don't like that girl, "muttered Ryan Hawthorn. " Why would she run off with a baker instead of my daddy? I know my daddy is a gazillion times better then some stupid baker." For the rest of the morning, he tried convincing himself to dislike the little five year old girl until the music assembly.

At the music assembly, the teacher, a young woman obviously from the market place asked the group of twenty or so students, "who knows the valley song?" The little girl with two braids shot up her hand, and was asked to stand on a stool. The teacher asked for her name, and in an enthusiastic voice, she answered "My name is Rosie Mellark." "Well then Rosie, would you please sing the valley song for us," requested the teacher. Ryan could barely hear what his teacher was saying because of the birds outside chirping. When Rosie began singing, every bird outside of the windows fell silent. Ryan felt like he was caught in a trance, one that ended as soon as Rosie sang the last note. As soon as that note ended, Ryan finally knew. Just like her father. He was a goner.