Hi everyone! This is just a very, very short one-shot and it's my first one, so be brutal but please don't flame. Please review!
She cried for her sister, when she was reaped. They didn't listen. She pushed through the crowd and volunteered. They whisked her away on a train to the heart of the Capitol, where her fate was to be decided. She was dressed up and paraded through an arena, with the boy who threw her bread, and eventually, a lifeline. They were the stars of the show with their burning costumes, but when she spoke, they didn't listen. She was forced to be interviewed, where the boy confessed his love for her. She wanted to speak out, but they didn't listen. They were thrown into an arena, where they were forced to kill, and almost were killed. They were told that they both could win, that they could both be saved. That they could both return home to the ones they loved. The boy was already with the one he loved. And she pretended. She thought he was pretending too. The rest of Panem knew he wasn't. So when they fought together, killed the last tribute and the raging, vicious mutts, they thought they had won. But the Capitol wouldn't listen. So she looked into the boy's eyes, and drew out the berries. And they listened.
They announced the star-crossed lovers had won. She was taken out of the arena with the boy she seemed to love. Her mentor told her that the Capitol was angry. That she had made a fool of them with the berries. That there was only one way she could survive. She had to pretend again. She asked about the boy. He said the boy was already there. She didn't know what he meant. She held the boy's hand. She told her story. They didn't listen. On the train back home, she found out that the boy was never pretending. He found out that she was. His warm blue eyes were filled with pain and his charming smile was wiped away. They organised a tour. Told her she had to keep on pretending. She tried to get away, but they didn't listen. She knew she was hated by the Capitol, and thought the districts hated her too. She spoke to the districts. She apologised. And they listened.
The Capitol wanted revenge. They threw the star-crossed lovers back into the arena. She had to pretend. The tributes came together and protested. They didn't listen. An alliance was formed. The districts were in an uproar. Behind their backs a rebellion was forming, and they were all in on it. Everyone but the girl. They were all trying to protect her. She was trying to protect the boy. She was trying to repay her debt to him, but they didn't listen. They formed a plan. The past victors came together and decided they were going to defy the Capitol once more. They blew up the forcefield. The Capitol blew up her district. The rebellion saved some victors. The Capitol took away some others. She asked why the boy wasn't saved. And they listened.
The victors were rescued. They returned, defeated, brought to the underground hideout. He was hijacked, broken, and not whole. She became the Mockingjay. She spoke to the rebellion, urged them on, she went out and fought, she brought him too. Her best friend and her fellow tribute both loved her. She needed help to decide. They didn't listen. They won the war. The Capitol had fallen. She returned to the ruins of her home. Her sister was dead, because of something her best friend had planned. She could forgive him, but she couldn't love him. Her fire was only fed by his. He moved away to district 2, but she stayed. She lived away from the others, isolated in Victor's Village. She was broken, and could not be made whole. Friends, family and strangers had died for her. She didn't want them to die. They didn't listen. The boy returned. They grew back together. She needed a dandelion in the wind. And he listened.