CHAPTER ONE: FLYNN HAWTHORNE
"Are you, are you, coming to the tree?"
Thats what turns my fathers head around, and makes my mother's eyes wide. We left our home in district two, where my father fled after the war, to return to my parents home in district 12, to "rekindle some old friendships" in my father's words. We are walking through town when we hear it. A girl. Singing.
"They strung up a man, say he murdered three."
"It's her, Madge, It's Katniss!" My dad turns to mother and they listen. She shakes her head. "Gale, it wouldn't be her. It sounds like her, but on a different tone. Like…" She snaps her fingers. "Like her daughter! She did have children. Gale, she did!" Thats when the owner of the voice walks out from behind a has dark hair that hangs loose down her shoulders, and bright blue eyes, the colour of sapphires. She wear a loose grey sweater and a black skirt and boots. She continues singing.
"She's got Katniss's hair, build and voice, and Peeta's face, only more feminine." My father whispers to my mother and she nods. I take the moment to interrupt. "Who are those people?"
Dad grins. "Old friends. Come on Flynn, let's follow her." He takes Mother's hand and they walk ahead.
My dad says he used to hate my mother. He wasn't from the same part of this district she was, and he gave her a hard time. When he fled District 12 because of the war, he thought she didn't get out. He met her in district 2, where he went after the war and fell in love. They had me, and a twin brother who died of a lung abnormality. We don't talk about. My grandmother's twin died when she was young, so it must have skipped a generation, my mother was an only child.
The girl suddenly turns around. "Why are you following me?" She demands. Dad explains he knows her mother, and the girl laughs. "Really, and I suppose you know my father too?"
"Peeta Mellark." My mother says, and the girl looks surprised.
She beckons us to come towards a big house inside a small gated area with similar houses and leads us to the front door. I recognise the flowers on the lawn. "Nice Primroses." I say, and she looks up at me. "My dad planted them for my aunt." She rings the door bell.
A woman with the same dark hair as the girl answers the door. She does a double take at me. "My my you look like.." She sees my father and her face drains of colour.
"Gale."