This is a story which I thought could be improved a lot. Like, a lot. I thought about it and updated it. I will not be continuing it since it IS an one-shot. Maybe. But I need some opinions.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Hunger Games, Gale, Katniss, Peeta, etc. I own Jovan, the writing, and Rue.
Kids and parents hurried to the school, no longer hunching over their children as if every passerby was a Peacekeeper. 20 years has passed since the second dark days.
Things in District 12 had changed. District 13 was re-instated. The rebellion hero, Gale Hawthorne moved back. Haymitch stopped drinking. Little miracles happened everywhere. Madge's father retired. Capitol held to their promise and slowly distributed food and materials for people in need.
Things were rewoven. Capitol was remade, and everything was almost changed into a utopia. Almost. The scar across history was still standing. Living victors were heroes. Copies of the Hunger Games tributes and victors were made, a replica of Katniss and Peeta's.
Coaling stopped. District 12 was given a new name, and was considered a paradise. The whole country of Panem and Capitol was changed. They formed as one to become New America. They lived green, healthy, and peacefully.
A lone figure holding the hand of a 5-year old girl came into focus. The woman had a waist length braid and the girl had pigtail braids. She was bouncing on her mother's arm wearing a red plaid dress. Her hair was wavy, like her father's. Another man came into the picture. This man had a stocky build, blonde hair and was carrying a blonde boy, about 1 or older, a mirror of his father. They laughed and walked merrily to the front of the re-built school.
A dark figure walked by, glancing at the victors. Peoples were staring but he didn't notice. Jovan and his father paced in the shadows, away from the attention drawn to them and the victors and winners of war. The duo was away from the wife who was pregnant with Prim. She was red haired, dull and an average woman in district 2.
"Dad, why are you staring? Isn't it rude to stare? Isn't it?" A dark haired 5-year-old asked his father. His dark eyes flickered in the direction his father was looking.
"Yes. See that little girl?" The little boy nodded. "I wanted to marry her mother but she ran off with a baker." Gale said wistfully.
"What? You're making that up! A baker, really?" said Jovan scornfully.
"No, true story," Gale sighed. His eyes were far away, before to the days before the 74th Hunger Games. Those days in the forest, ranting about Capitol. The Avox girl. The deer. Lady, Prim's Goat. Primrose. The memory seemed forever, guilt in his heart. She was a rose in a field of lilies. Jovan snapped him out of his thoughts.
"Why did she want a baker if she could have had you?
"Because he was victor and so was she, but I had known her before that." He son did not know the story of his life amid the small comments like "back in my day".
Jovan stared at Peeta with wide eyes. "Of the Hunger Games? Really?" Jovan hurried over to meet him but Gale scooped him up.
"Yes, the last Hunger Games." For this generation, the Hunger Games was a foreign concept. The school bell sounded. They were in line. Forever, guilty, regret, the one that got away.
She was gone.
Should I continue? A idea popped in my head, should I, R&R? For those who do not know, rate and review?