I saw The Hunger Games last night! It was so good, cannot believe how well they made it, most of it was just how I imagined, so impressed want to go and see it again!

I woke up at quarter to five with the incredible urge to hunt. I slipped out of bed and down the stairs without making a single sound, then out of the front door with my hunting jacket and bow on my back, still clad in my sleeping pants and tunic. The snow had melted and but the wind was still cold. The Victors Village would no longer be a sad place soon, Hazel and the kids were planning on moving into one of the houses, seen as their home on the Seam was depressing and extremely small. I thought about knocking for Gale as I walked towards the Seam, but figured that he could do with his sleep. As I walked past the bakery I thought about the time when I was starving hungry, when I had almost given up, and Peeta tossed me the bread. It was raining hard, and most rainy days remind me of that day. When the street turns into a river and the Seam is ankle deep mud. The fun Gale and I used to have, mud fights, wrestling. Everything was so much simpler then, even though we had to look after our families, we were happier than now. And that was with the Capitol in charge. Even though we would dread the Reaping each year, it came and went. The year Prims name was drawn out of the glass jar was the day that our world turned upside down. I pushed the Capitol further towards the edge with each action I made, until finally they were forced to try and kill me again, and again. They've been hunting me for three years now, not that they hadn't already made my life miserable. Gale and I had fun, yes, but we were never as free as we are now. No boundaries. We could run off and live in the woods with no worries, and we'd get way further than five miles because no one would care. We could make it…

I passed Gales house silently, peeking through the window as I went by, his jacket was hung on its peg, he was still asleep. I jogged on and ducked under the electric fence then ran quickly down into the depths of the forest. I crouched by a tree and listened, slowing my breathing. I slid an arrow from my sheath and positioned it in my bow. The forest was alive, and so was I.

A squirrel scrambled up the tree opposite me, I stood up quickly and let my arrow fly. It landed straight through its eye. I ran up to it and yanked the arrow out. That's when I heard a twig snap behind me. I climbed the tree quickly with the rabbit slung over my shoulder and waited, bow poised.

A cloaked man strode into view, his hood pulled up over his face. I shot my arrow and it pinned his cloak against a nearby tree. I dropped out of my own tree and yanked his hood down.

"Jesus Katniss!"

Finnick.

I yanked my arrow out of the tree.

"What are you doing here Finnick?" I half shouted half whispered as to not scare away the game "And why are you dressed like the…reaper?"

He laughed at the irony "Calm down would you, sorry I scared you." He smiled and pulled on my plait "Saw you leave, thought we could hang."

"And you didn't think about just saying 'Hey Katniss, mind if I come with you?' you had to follow me like a creeper?"

He looked at me for a moment then burst out laughing, doubled over in hysterics.

I crossed my arms over my chest sulkily "What are you laughing at?" I said annoyed.

"You…face…oh…hahahah," was all I got between his laughter.

I stood there tapping my foot pretending I was annoyed.

"Oh Katniss, you do make me laugh." He ran his hands down my arms tightly as if brushing something off me "Relax…" he whispered.

I let my shoulders drop and slipped to the ground landing on my bum with a huff.

He slid down the tree and sat on the floor with me, tucking his knees up and resting his arms and chin on them. He blew at his over grown fringe to get it off his face.

"What's up?"

"I just can't stop thinking about that person jumping me the other day…"

He nodded, "Understandable, you seemed to let it go quite easily."

"Well I was so happy that Gale was back…" I stopped and looked at his face unsure of what to see.

He was looking at the floor, but then he held his head up and urged me to carry on.

"I just…so many things have happened. And finding out you were okay was a big shocker, along with Peeta acting like he likes me again. Obviously he flipped last night…"

"He doesn't mean it you know," Finnick said.

I nodded and placed my hand on the side of his face for a moment "I know. It just hurts sometimes."

My hand lingered and we looked into each other's eyes for a while.

"I was thinking Finnick, we need to get ready."

"I know," he said simply.

"You can't tell Gale…" I almost whispered "You know what he'll do."

He nodded and got to his feet pulling me with him.

"Might as well start now then."

He swiftly picked up my bow and drew back, firing an arrow near a rabbit that was grazing, he missed by about ten centimetres.

"You're doing it wrong," I stood and placed my hands on his arms, lifting his elbows and pushing his the strained string closer to his face "Breath…aim…release."

He let go of the wire and the arrow shot into the ground a centre metre from the rabbit, it spooked and bounded for cover out of sight.

I nodded in approval "Practice may be needed before I can hit them in the eye like you." He said and gestured towards the squirrel still perched on my shoulder.

He shot at some nearby trees and already his aim was improving, the longer he was hold of the bow and the more used to it he got, the better his shots were.

After a while of me telling him what to do and what not to do we went on a run through the forest, a silent run. We ran like we were part of the forest, like animals who didn't want to draw attention. He'd had a lot of practice at that and was big competition for me. In the end it turned into a race as to who could get to the fence the fastest, I knew the forest floors much better than Finnick and swung from the trunks and branches letting my body move with the path the forest had made comfortably. I reached the fence with minutes to spare and sat waiting for Finnick.

Suddenly Finnick emerged from the trees and hurtled into me because of his speed. He knocked me to the ground and lay on top of me. I shoved him.

"Hey, hey, hey, what's the rush?" he said and leaned closer teasing me. He knew how to make me uncomfortable to easily. "I'm happy right…here…" he leaned even closer and I struggled to keep a straight face.

He got even closer…

"Okay! Okay!" I laughed "You got me!"

We both laughed until our stomachs hurt, not changing position and not noticing that Gale was only a few metres away.

"Get off her." he didn't sound very happy at all.

Okay so sorry that took so long to write, been doing so much other stuff! I'm in New York until Thursday so I shan't be updating until after then. Review my stuff! Thanks guys!