I DO NOT OWN THE HUNGER GAMES even though i wish i did.

Not normal best friends

Chapter one Katniss POV

I wake up searching for Prim's warmth to find her gone. Of course she's must had nightmars and climbed into bed with my mother. I get out of bed and prepare

for my day. I get on my hunting boots and go outside and start to walk into the woods are illegal to enter, but if your starving and desperate enough as I am to

hunt for your family, you would too. District 12 is my home, I love it but, I despise who runs it. The place is called the Capital and is ran by the snake-like President Snow. As I

reach my spot, I see the one of the only people I can be myself with. Gale. He stands strong facing the horizian, as I make my way toward him, I grab my bow and shaft of

arrows I keep well hidden in a hollow tree and covered in water proof covers. He turns around and smiles. "Look what I've shot,"he says holding up a loaf of bread, with an

arrow speared through it. I grab it in my hands. "mmm," I say. "still warm, it's real bakery bread," "It sure is Catnip," says Gale. My real name is Katniss, but when we met, I

barley whispered it. Then this crazy lynz started following me around, looking for handouts, and it became his official nick name for me. "Hey Kat," says a voice that startles

me at first, then I realize that only one person calls me Kat. Peeta. Peeta doesn't hunt like me and Gale do but, he bakes bread in the town. "How do you like the bread?" He

ask me and Gale. Gale's face stays gritted. I laugh at them. I think sometimes they battle for my friendship. "It's good Peeta," I say. We stay a while, me and Gale hunting

Peeta gathering. Then I realize it's almost time for the reaping. "I guess we should head home." I say breaking the silence. They nod and we go our seperate ways. I can't

help but think of the time when me and Peeta met. I was trying to sell prims old baby clothes and no one would buy them. My father had just died and my mother had died

in her own grief. I tried my best with Prim but I couldn't do it this particular month. I was only 11. I was searching through trash cans when I came across the bakery's

trash. Then out of no where, a women is screaming at me and telling me to go before she calls the Peace Keepers. The words were ugly, and I had no way to defend

myself. She went outside and I laid under a tree, in the pouring rain, waiting to die. Then I heard more screaming, a little boy came into view. I remember his beautiful blue

eyes through the rain. His mother went back inside and, when she did, he tossed me the bread his mother was screaming over. I never got the nerve to thank him for the

deed that gave me and Prim hope. Until one day, he bumped into me and officially introduced himself. His blue eyes still warm, and his blonde hair over his eyes. We have

been best friends ever since. I get back home to find Prim lying on the love seat we have in our family room. "Hi Katniss," she says trying to sound happy, but I can hear

the fear in her voice. "Hi prim," I say back frocing a smile. "You look wonderful," I tell her. She looks down at her blouse and light blue skirt. "Thanks," she says barely in a

whisper. I can see the tears in her eyes. I put my game bag down and embrace her in a hug. "It's ok Prim," I tell her. "It's your first time, their not going to pick you," I say,

rubbing her blonde hair, braided by a careful hand. "Katniss," I hear my mother say. I look up and see my mother. She has the same blonde hair and blue eyes as Prim,

she looks weathered down, but I once heard she was beautiful. "I've laid out you something too," she says gesturing toward the chair with one of her blue dresses. "Are

you sure?" I ask her, I know how much she treasures her clothes. She nods and I go in the bath room to bathe the day away.

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