Hello. Hello! Sorry to keep everyone waiting for the first chapter of this story... But with home life and stuff... Its been challenging : (
Also I need a Beta! Please PM me if interested c: This is a story where Peeta was reaped and Katniss wasn't.
Anyway, here is chapter one!
Enjoy, thefangirl073 c:
Disclaimer: I don't own the Hunger Games or the characters from the amazing trilogy!
I clutched the coat tighter around my frozen body. The sounds of deep, quiet breaths comforted me.
At least she is warm.
It was the start of winter and the temperature had dropped rapidly since fall making it harder for me to fend for just Primrose and I to survive. Mother and Father had passed away, as Uncle Haymitch had said, "doing what they loved." They had died in the Appalachian ranges, hunting. I still remember my father teaching me how to a shoot a bow, skinning my first rabbit, crying because of the blood.
But it doesn't matter.
With no temptation to get up, I stretch my back, arching it and flopping out of bed onto my feet. My vision is blurred but walk downstairs to the kitchen/lounge.
I pick up a pen and find a piece of parchment.
Dear Prim,
Gone hunting, be home around lunch. Please milk Lady and make cheese. There is also clothes that need stitching.
Katniss x
I sling my game bag over my shoulder, and make my way to the wooden board that plays as a door. The floorboards creek under my step and I step out into the cold winter morning.
The Seam Is covered in the soot from the coal mines that employ the poor Seam men and women. The snow around me is grey and smells horrible. I've never seen white snow before. You only see it in town.
Town is where the Merchants live. The Merchants have businesses' and have enough money that could last a whole family of Seam residents.
I run the rest of the way to the chain link fence. I see his silhouette and a smile forms on my face. Gale.
I approach him and he turns around, his face in deep concentration.. "Oh. Hey, Catnip. Didn't see you there."
"Mhmm. Okay hurry up, I need to trade at the Hob today." I say jokingly.
He laughs.
Everyone thinks Gale and I will get married and have kids. But we had tried being romantic before, and it wasn't very... well... we are to much alike. And I never want kids. Or marriage. Gale had been my friend since second grade. He was one of the only kids that didn't call me 'Katpiss.' And Peeta Mellark hadn't either. I shake my head and haul my game bag which is half full. Peeta Mellark is a victor. He killed innocent children his age in the Hunger Games.
Me and Gale part ways, him heading back to the Seam and I going the way into town, to the Hob. I smile at a couple of familiar faces and head into the old building known as the Hob.
I trade a squirrel for a bowl of wild dog soup from Greasy Sae, a old woman with chipped teeth and burned hands. Sweet lady really. I trade squirrel meat to the vendor at the fruit stand for Prim's lunch.
I run the rest of the way to the Seam only to be meet with two pairs of blue eyes.
Prim's.
Peeta Mellark's.