WELL WELL WELL,

Look who's back. Sure you can have a ramble about how lousy I am but in all honesty I haven't had the time. I sadly even forgot about the adventures of Katniss and Cato. So I have to thank the few reviewers who just jumped on the bandwagon for reviving my inspiration and little Story 3 3

But I must inform you all that due to My intense study schedule (im in Year 11 now) and extra curricular activities my uploads will be shorter but a lot more frequent, rather than once evry 2 years …..WOOPS anyway…

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Home had never felt closer. The thick under brush combined with the smell of damp pine enriched my senses, as I strolled, relaxed through the forest. There wasn't a fence or any forms of security surrounding the perimeter of the woods, as far as the rest of the world was concerned 13 didn't exit, therefore having a fence wouldn't make much sense. I placed my hand gently against on of the oak trees, allowing my memories to run wild. Gale, my bow and even Grooslings held a special place there and always would. I continue to walk, applauding my lack of direction.

I feel utterly unprotected but for some reason I don't care. Why should I? Oh right because I'm the face of the rebellion, an asset to everyone's lives, if I die so does the hope of thousands of people. I hate myself for being so selfish, but I ignore that irritancy, I can't deal with any more self-deprecating thoughts. I lean up against a tree and wish I could become invisible, fade into nothing, and stop pretending my insignificant issues make a mark on the bigger picture of life.

I hear a noise, the crumpling of foliage under pressure. I have scaled the tree within seconds, and rest comfortably in the grooves of several branches. I shake my head, I pretend I don't care about my well being but the second I'm faced with any sort of danger I climb a tree…nice one Katniss. I peer over the leaves down to the forest floor, waiting for a clear look at my companion. I gently wipe a few strands of my hair out of my eyes; if I weren't being so impulsive I would have braided it back. A man walks under my tree, I slowly move my face out of the leaves even more. I am suddenly pierced with his Green eyes.

"Well doesn't someone look like a feral cat" Finnick Odair smirks charmingly and motions with his head for me to jump down, I stare at him for a moment before complying and jumping down in front of him.

"I think our forest rendezvous would be a little more interesting if I knew about them" I stare at him with annoyance, and turn away making my way, sadly, back to the pit that is District 13.

"What are you doing?" He asks following after me.

"Going…Back" I was about to say home but I hated 13, it wasn't where I belonged.

"I didn't mean to cut your rebellious adventure short" He grabs my arm gently.

"Well then why are you here? Surely not to wallow in self hate to?" Now its my turn o smirk, "Your too Cocky for that"

"That may be the case my darling Everdeen, but at least I'm not grumpy all the time" He flicks his hair gently from his eyes. I scoff and keep walking.

"I saw you running into the woods" he yells out to me. "I wanted to make sure you were okay, I wanted to make sure you didn't get yourself into trouble" I turn to face him.

"Because I'm useless to the rebellion if I'm dead? Because My pretty face cant be broadcasted if it isn't pretty anymore?" I place my hands defiantly on my hips.

"I came as a friend Katniss, that's all you need right now" I open my mouth to say something smart "No, no don't ruin the moment. Cato may be satisfying some of your needs, but you need someone to just 'talk' to as much as I do" he crosses the space between us.

"Do i?" My voice wavers a little bit, and suddenly I realize Finnick has broken me. He places his hand in mine softly and protectively. "Yes" he smiles honestly, light radiating through him like the sun through leaves above us.

So we talk for hours, sitting just inside the forest perimeter, if it gets dark we don't want to be stranded. Finnick isn't up himself or even remotely an asshole, he is just as wounded as I am. He tells me about his home, about the beach and how the water mirrors the sky, and how at sunset its like the gates of heaven have opened up on the shore. He tells me how he used to take his love, Annie, there every night. I tell him about hunting, and Prim and my Mum. By the end of the day he knows all there is to know about me and I, him. As the sun sets we walk back to the compound, playfully bumping into each other and laughing the whole way.

We say goodbye at my dorm room door and that night I go to sleep filled with the idea of a future where all are free to see the heavenly sunsets of District 4 and the sun filled Forests of 12.