Disclaimer: I do not own the hunger games, Suzanne Collins does. I wrote this to kill some time:
Prologue:
My brother brings in yet another stack of chopped wood and sets it down. My sister, still eyes on the fire, reaches her hand backwards for another chunk but misses and falls back onto her arm. I find this funny. She props her weight onto her arm then drags the pile of wood further with the other.
"You know, it wouldn't kill you to put them nearer to me, Ash." She says.
"It wouldn't kill you to get up for once," Ash replies. She starts stacking the logs by her side before throwing two into the fire. "Or you could ask Maple to help you. She isn't doing much."
I stop my carving and wave my knife.
"Better watch it. Don't wanna upset a girl with a knife." I debate, but still smiling
"Yer, like you could do anything useful with that thing."
" Is that so? Lets see...I carved that table, that chair, this chair, your axe handle and I'm carving this spoon to replace the one you broke-"
"Whatever. Last time I cook for you people. I'm going outside to chop more wood."
"I'm sure we'll miss your cooking dearly."
He walks past my chair. I hit him playfully with my spoon to irritate him but he just smiles. Beech stops Ash in his tracks.
"Hey, can you get me some pine cones, please." She says
"For what purpose?"
"I like to watch them burn."