Story based off a song called "Half-Breed" by Cher. My dad's got a bunch of songs and I stumbled upon this song, instantly an idea sprung to life in my head and now I am sharing it with you.

This is an AU where Katniss Everdeen is half Cherokee.

Disclaimer: I do not own the song or Hunger Games
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There was once a Indian man, his name Atohi Everdeen, not that he ever used the last name. He lived somewhere in the South near Georgia, with his family. Atohi embraced the Cherokee culture, it was his life and he was happy to live it.

Then, at the age of twenty, Atohi met a girl. A white girl, a forbitten fruit. Her name was Lucy, and Lucy snuck on the reserve, Atohi found her while hunting. After nearly shooting her with his bow, Atohi offered her lunch. Rabbit cooked over a fire, nothing new for the young man but Lucy seemed hesitant. Atohi sensed this and asked why, this sent Lucy into telling him stories of outside Indian life. Super-markets, hospitals, TV, video games, and other daily things she used daily. Soon, the two spent every weekend together camping under the stars and discussing their differences.

But neither of their families approved of this relationship, which meant when Atohi asked the white girl's hand in marriage, the two were disowned from both sides. Leaving the young couple alone to figure out life by themselves.

They had a daughter, Katniss, the baby was a disgrace to her family but her parents fought to keep her sheltered from insults that the community sent their way. At only the tender age of two, Katniss found herself fatherless after her uncles on her mother's side beat Atohi to death. They were sent to jail, but his death brought on grief and Lucy had nobody to turn to in this time.

Lucy married again, she didn't love the man but her savings had just about run out. Cray Hammer, a white man with a drinking problem, was Katniss' new step-father. He loathed the young girl and even at three she could tell because every time Lucy left to the store Cray was not the nicest babysitter.

The only thing he had going for him was the marks didn't show.

It wasn't until Katniss was in second grade, when the teacher was teaching them history and said something about the Indians being driven out of America when some girl in the back commented that "they missed one." Katniss sunk lower in the chair as the class laughed, that was the day she learned she was different.

The years went on and after returning to school one day Katniss heard news her mother was pregnant, and that it was girl. Excited, the eleven year old ran upstairs to her room only to get caught by a drunken Cray's hand. He stunk of booze and leaned over, telling the girl that her mother is no good. She tried to free herself of his grip but his dragged the young girl toward her bedroom and threw Katniss on her bed before kicking the door closed behind himself.

Then next day she covered up her tears well, at school not one teacher asked why she was vomiting so much. The usual jokes cut deeper as kids pointed to her and laughed. It was then Katniss turned her emotions to stone.

It was two years later, when she was thirteen, she nearly cried in relief when Cray found out she no longer couldn't get pregnant and wouldn't touch her anymore. Of course he could turn to Prim now, but Cray didn't because Prim was his sweet, normal daughter. People used Katniss because she was a half-breed. Cray wouldn't hurt a normal girl.

Katniss drifted off, becoming a loner and spending most of her time in the woods with a bow and arrow. She'd shoot rabbits, cutting of their fur and feet to were to school. Everyone gasped when she entered the classroom once, throwing a dead squirrel with an arrow through its eye down on Glimmer's desk. Katniss smirked as the snotty girl scream and fainted, actually half the class fainted. Cato, a tall boy in the back, stared at her in shock before pulling out his phone and calling the police.

That's how she got here, sitting in some office where some man or woman was going to question her on why she was acting like this. Katniss sighed, playing with the hem of her shirt, waiting to be called. They had told the seventeen year old she'd have to do something about her actions, if not they'd lock her up in a padded cell and label her as insane.

But is that any different then being called a freak your whole life? Not really.

Ok, wow. That was really intense. Now you all got a backstory, sad isn't it? I wasn't going to have Cray hurt her in that way but it'll help later in the story when a certain blue-eyed baker comes in. Sorry for any mistakes, I check my work.

Be patient and review!