A Hunger Games Fanfic. I am writing this as a break from my Silvaze stories.

I feel the leaves crunch under my weight. My bow has now warmed in my hand. I have been in the woods for a good two hours now, and all I have to show for it is a pair of rabbits. I decide that, that is all I would get today, and headed home. On my way I found a patch of berries that I picked, and put in my bag.

I hear the sound of metal under my feet as I walk into the place I call home. This once was a poor district. This is the remains of District 12. There are ashes everywhere I look. In the middle there is a small house. That is the place I call home. I walk over to the house. My parents built this from the ground. Outside is our small garden of primroses. I walk into the house and my little brother grabs my leg and holds on tight.

"Chicor, play with me." My name is Chicory, it is a small flower that grows in the woods. "Not now Ryse." I say laying my bag on the table. "Hey, mom." I say walking into the kitchen. She was standing in the kitchen over a pot.

"Hey, Chicory any luck today?" I shake my head and wash my hands. I pick up a knife and start peeling carrots. "I only got two rabbits, and some berries I found." I dropped the carrots in the pot. Just then my dad came in and hugged me and my mom. "How my two favorite girls doing?" I smiled. He turned to my bag that fell open, and spilled out on the table. "Ohh, blueberries." He picked one up and popped it in his mouth. "I sense a pie tonight." I joked as he passed by me.

My parents were really relaxed sometimes. My dad sometimes has little attacks, were he just will freeze. I know my parents were hunger games victors. They don't like to talk about it so I didn't bring it up. My little brother is only five so he dosen't understand, he will someday. I finish up my part if dinner and walk into my room.

I slide off my boots and hang up my coat. I look at the picture on my side-table. We took it the day my brother was born. I was only eight then. My parents often are amazed at how mature I am. I guess if you grow up like I did you would kind of have to. I take my hair down it hangs down to the top of my jeans. I have my dad's eyes. They are blue as the sky during a sunny day.

I wash my face up a little and run some water down my arms. I put on a new pair of jeans and a t-shirt and walk back out into the main room.

My little brother is staring at the t.v. screen on the wall with my dad sitting next to him. The air smells of blueberries and sugar. I was right. I sit on the couch next to Ryse. My mother walks in to the room and grabe the remote. "It's time." She says changing the channel.

The fuzzy image comes up and The President is on the screen. "Welcome citizens and home viewers. Today is a sad day for out country, but we must still celebrate. For today we celebrate a full 35 years of freedom from Snow's grasp."