Heey. This is my final chapter. It's kinda like an epilogue. It's been a week since I've updated….. SORRY! I've been caught up in school…. And I'm lazy. Shame. And I got a SUPER negative comment. Alright. And by the way, I have no clue what Gallagher series 5 is. And no one else give me crap. I usually don't let mean comments get me, but I've had the worst week ever. My mockingjay pin broke, the screen on my phone cracked, my sister is being mean and getting into arguments with everyone in my family, and my dog's allergies have made her scratch her eye so much, it's swollen shut. So here I am, typing while my mom and sister are out getting a cone for her, while my aunt is on the desktop, freaking out because of all the stress, and my grandma is in her room, about to go to bed. And I have to keep my sanity because everyone is freaking out. Yes, I got yelled at countless times when I told them I would handle it, but everyone is a bit on edge. And I'm walking on egg shells here, trying to calm everyone down. Okay, just needed to vent. Last chapter. And the first like, sentence is gonna be similar to the Mockingjay epilogue
Disclaimer- I do not own Hunger Games. Or Gallagher series 5, whatever that is.
The brow hair girl dances across the meadow with her shinning blue eyes. Acts like there isn't a problem in the world. Truth is, there isn't. Shortly after I gave birth to Jay Rye (Named after bread. I'm sure Peeta would have loved it.) Mellark, we all went on a mission and took down the Capitol. So after there was no more war, fighting, and Hunger Games.
My daughter grew up to be a magnificent little girl. I envy her in so many ways. Her carefree attitude, her youth, and mostly, her last name. I only wish that I could have realized my feelings for Peeta before he- passed. Maybe we really could have gotten married and I wouldn't be stuck with my haunting last name.
I live in District 12 with her, and hundred others that returned after the war. Prim lives next door to us and Gale a couple houses down. My daughter has grown to know Gale very well. Once, when she was only a toddler, she asked if Gale was her 'daddy'. I sobbed so very hard that night. Gale and Prim tried to comfort me, but only wished for Peeta's arms to be around me. After I was done crying, I explained to her that her father was a wonderful man. I don't quite think she got the logic, so I explained it to her when she turned 12. (She's currently 13)
She learned about the games in school, and that very day, I told her that we participated in them. Then, we dug out old photographs and the plant book. She asked many questions, such as 'My father drew all of those plants?' and 'That's what he looked like when he was 16?' I simply nodded. That night, we cried together, and I felt a little bit better. I realized that no matter what, I need to be strong. For her.
On terrible nights, when I just can't seem to get it through my mind that he was really gone, I'd take out the pearl, and clutch it in my hand.
I know he wouldn't want me to give up. And I know that I'll see him again, many years from now. And the word, that not only my daughter, yet everyone else takes advantage of; Always.
A/N Okay, there. I'm a terrible author and I didn't write her taking down the Capitol. It's too much work. I'm the laziest person, ever. And if you read my author's note, everything is worked out now. My dog has her cone on, and all is good. My mom was just saying how my aunt was so great and was keeping calm. I just wanted to lash out and scream, "I was keeping calm the whole time! She was a mess! I was the only one who kept their sanity and helped out!" But I just can't. I think I'm gonna write a sequel to this. PLEASE REVIEW! Don't just do it for me, do it for my broken mockingjay pin and my sick dog and my broken phone screen and the fact that I kept Prim alive. PLEASE! BYE! Oh and I used the name 'Jay' for MockingJAY.