Katniss POV
There's no way I could ever let Prim or mother go back to that house. It isn't that I don't like it, I do, I really do, but there are so many problems with it that before we would just learn to deal with. Now that we have a new, pristine home, I want them here. Plus, here they won't starve.
As soon as I had open the refrigerator (the first one I had ever seen in district twelve) it was filled with food. And I also have the very large amount of money to buy more if I ever do need it. It seems like hunting is of no use now… except, it is of very good use for my head.
Being in the woods brings out wonderful memories of being with Gale (who I only really see on Sundays now, the days we reserved for hunting) and being there just gives me a little serenity.
I shoot a squirrel in the eye and go to pick it up. When I am about to take out the bow, I see something walking up behind me. I can't quite tell who or what it is because of the distortion. I ready my bow and turn around quickly. To my misfortune, standing before me is a big black bear. I feel my throat tense up and I can hardly breathe. I stand as still as I can, which isn't hard since I feel like I might never move again, and avoid looking directly at it. At first it just stays there and looks at me, but then it makes a grunting noise and starts toward me.
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