A/N - Hi ! This is my first FanFiction. I revised this chapter and replaced my original chapter. I didn't like it. Please don't be mean! xD; I tried to do the best I could. I'm sorry it's so short!
I rise early at dawn, while it's still dark, and the world is still sleeping. Prim is snoozing next to me, so I try to get out of bed without disrupting her. I readjust the blankets up to her chin. Prim loves squirming in her sleep, I think, giggling. I pull up my hunting boots, swing on my father's jacket, and clutch my game bag, smiling eagerly to myself. Today, I go hunting with Gale for the first time since I went to the Capitol for the Games and the Victory Tour. It's one of those special days that he doesn't have to work in that cruel coal mine. I want this day to be unforgettable. I walk out of the lavish house that the Capitol has designed for the victors of District 12. The cool wind of autumn hits my face, I smile at the primroses my mother had planted in the front yard, just for Prim herself, swaying gently in the wind.
I stop by the bakery to get a loaf of bread for Gale and me. I tug the door to the bakery open and a clear, cheerful tinkling fills my ears. I walk over and pick out the hearty bread filled with nuts that Peeta threw me that cold, rainy day. Why does everything remind me of Peeta? I mentally facepalm. I bring it to the counter, and speaking of Peeta, he's standing right there, watching me. I clear my throat and place a coin on the wood counter, in front of Peeta. I just stare at the shiny coin. "Um thanks, hi Katniss." He says, shifting uncomfortably. Peeta takes the coin then looks down at my choice of bread. I give a quick glance at his eyes. I see longing and… hope? My eyes find the counter. "You're welcome, Peeta." I whisper, his name seems so strange on my tongue now, ever since we got to District 12, I haven't said one word to him until now. I try to avoid eye contact because I just can't stand to look at his eyes. The sadness and pain in his beautiful blue eyes would haunt me for the rest of the day, so instead, I gently place the bread in my game bag, and turn around, and leave. I scramble over to the fence, in a hurry to enter the woods. But even before I slide through the fence, my eyes catch a beautiful light orange color in the sky and I find myself turning. The sun is just rising, it's a beautiful sight. One that Peeta would love, I think to myself. I quickly get rid of that thought, I shouldn't be thinking of Peeta at all anymore. The Victory Tour is over, so why still be "in love" with him? With a shake of my head, I slip under the fence and the pressure of the world is lifted from my shoulders. I run at a steady pace, to the little shed in the middle of the woods. Our secret little place. The red and yellow leaves fly beneath my feet. My braid soars behind me, trying to keep up with me. When I stop in front of the shed, breathe into the fresh, exhilarating air, and look around at the trees that aren't covered in a layer of coal, I know the woods is the only place I can truly be me. Katniss Everdeen.
I silently enter the shed and find Gale prodding at a fire with a stick. I stalk over, the only sound being the crackling of the fire. Before I can poke him in the back, he jumps and embraces me in a warm hug, then pulls me down to sit next to him near the fire. "Hey Catnip," Gale grins. "Didn't think I heard you? I've been with you for so long, trust me Catnip, I know everything about you," He gives me that signature smirk. "I'm glad I have you back now. All to myself, right? Let's go hunting all day, to make up for your absence!" My eyes light up at that last part. "Absolutely! That sounds delightful, but let's eat breakfast first, shall we?" I wave the loaf of bread with an untold story in front of his face.
We eat the loaf without rush, the whole time I think about that day Peeta threw me the bread. Gale helps me up and I give him a weak smile. "What's wrong Catnip? You look worried." His brows furrow. "Nothing!" I rush. "You know, know that I think about it, you're not a bad liar. You're a really bad liar. So tell me, what's wrong, Katniss?" Gale questions. My eyes grow wide. You can't tell Gale! My mind hisses at me. I whip around and run with all my might, but he catches my wrist, holding me back. He spins me around, to face him. Gale's lips crash against mine. I'm baffled for a second, but get my act together, and push him away with all the strength I can muster up. "Gale! Stop. I don't want this." I whisper, cautiously backing away from him.
He looks pained. Then his face darkens, as if something in his mind clicked, figured out something distressing. "It's because of Peeta Mellark, isn't it?" He cries, looking at me with anger and frustration. "You love him. It's so obvious, Katniss. You can't hide it. Don't try to hide it. Go to him. Replace me with him." He turns, his back to me, and runs in quick strides back to District 12. I sprint after him, but Gale is just too fast for me and finally, I see him disappear from my sight, into the woods. My legs give out, I fall to my knees, tears flowing down my face. Do I love Peeta Mellark? Or do I love Gale Hawthorne?
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