A/N: Hello! This is my first FanFic, so please be nice. Hope you enjoy my story. Please Review!
Disclaimer: I do not own The Hunger Games, all the characters are from Suzanne Collins, who is BTW the best author of all time. No offense to all them other authors out there.
P.S. The chapters get better as they go. I've gotten better at writing and making longer chapters, so keep reading and they'll get much better than the first couple of chapters. Thank you for giving this story a chance. :)
Always
Chapter 1
My name is Katniss Everdeen. I am 19 years old. I was the face of the Rebellion. I am the Mockingjay. I am dating Peeta Mellark. I love him. He loves me. We have been in two Hunger Games and a war together. He was taken and hijacked in the process. He used to have flashbacks, but hasn't for a year. He is my dandelion in the spring, my hope when all is lost, my love. Always.
That's always what I think about when I have a nightmare. I don't know why, but it soothes me. Peeta is always in bed with me to help me cope too. And I love him for that. Always.
I wake up in the morning and find him not in bed with me, but smell the familiar scent of his baking, and know he is downstairs making me and him breakfast.
Peeta always bakes. I always hunt. Haymitch always drinks.
Haymitch.
I haven't seen him in a couple days, so I make a mental note to go check on him later and make sure he's still alive. Greasy Sae refuses to step foot in his house, to help out with him. I understand, considering I can hardly stand it myself.
I slowly walk downstairs, being careful not to startle Peeta, which I probably will because he gets scared way too easily. I know he's been through two games, but I have too and I am still not even half as scared as him.
"Hey." I say when I get in the kitchen.
"Woah!" He jumps. "Katniss you scared me!" Totally called it.
"Sorry, babe." I apologize.
"It's okay." He says back.
"What are you making?" I ask, to change the subject of being scared.
"Omelets and toast." He says.
"Yummy. I was planning on going hunting today. What are you going to do?" I ask.
"Well, actually, I was planning on doing something together today. Just the two of us." He says.
"Oh yeah. What would that be?" I ask.
"I wanted to go to the meadow to have a picnic." He replies.
"Sounds like fun! I'll go get ready." I say and skip up stairs, and when I say skip, I mean skip. I feel happy today, part of the reason is because me and Peeta get to be alone, but there's another reason too, I just can't put my finger on it.