Hello all. I'll make this quick as I know most people don't read it anyway. I'm impressed you clicked on this since the intro was a little stupid and my title isn't the best. But I've been thinking of this for a while and this is actually a reworked story so if you see anything you've seen before that was likely me. The plot starts out slowly but bear with it! Please...yeah..the END.
Chapter 1
District 12 had changed. Perhaps too much. Somehow he had imagined the home he had left behind, District 12 before it had been destroyed, but what he saw was a different place. The streets weren't the same, the place he assumed were the Victory Village was had been erased as everything about the Capitol had been, now small apartment houses were stacked on each other and children in old clothes played with a soccer ball. In the centre was a large hospital; to the side were the shopping centre and a museum. The only thing that was the same was the meadow.
He walked to it. Large expensive houses lined the street, houses that one would only even see in the ghost town of the Village, it felt wrong that they were here, in this place. Not many people were there, but the people that were made him falter. It had been years, too many, but their she was, old and tried looking. But happy, a smile on her face and next to her, Peeta Mella, together. Gale watched at the edge of the meadow his feelings making it all that harder, for he had thought he had forgotten, he thought he had moved on.
It was then, deep in his thoughts, that had little boy scrambled over and pointed at him. "You look funny," Gale blinked in surprise, then he frowned. "Rye! Leave the poor man alone," Peeta Mellark yelled from across the field, the boy named Rye looked at him with Seam eyes, the darkest grey, before hurrying back stumbling as he did. Gale bit him lip. Then shook his head, she was happy, there was no need for him to get involved. Besides she wouldn't recognise him, like the district he had changed as well.