Authors note: This is Katniss POV. Please review
Disclaimer: I do not own the Hunger Game
Chapter 3: Wishing
The chill of the morning make a shiver run down my spine. Once again I am alone in the woods. Gale has to work in the coal mines, leaving me alone to hunt. I am alone constantly these days. Gale works in the mines everyday but Saturday, and Peeta… Well Peeta has been ignoring me. I haven't spoken to him since the day we got off of the train.
I miss my two best friends. It's dangerous when I am left alone; it gives me time to think. I have too much time to think. Gale didn't stay to say hi when I got home, but I wasn't upset, like I was when Peeta locked himself in his room the night that I told him I wasn't in love with him. But during the games it was Gale, not Peeta who I wanted with me. I don't know if I love Peeta or if I love Gale or if I love anyone at all. Thinking about it just makes me more confused.
I wait in my tree for hours waiting for some animal to pass by, but none do, increasing my feeling of loneliness. I wish Gale was hear, and we would fall into our normal pattern of being friends once again. Even on Saturday s he is not the same Gale that I left behind. He is more distant. I wonder what has happened to the Gale that I remember.
A rabbit comes out of the middle of nowhere and I shoot it without a second thought. I clime down to retrieve my kill. The rabbit is small and will feed one person at most. I wish this would be enough to keep Gale's family full but know that the rabbit fall short. Before leaving the woods I cheek the snares that I set up yesterday and got lucky with two more rabbits. This will be more than enough to feed Gale's family. I no longer have to worry about feeding my own family; the Capitol takes care of that for me. I drop the rabbits off at Gale's house, and head home. On the way home I pass by the bakery.
"Hello Katniss how are you," the baker calls out. He has always been friendly one of my favorite people to sell squirrels.
"Fine how about you."
"Good thanks."
That was the end of our conversation. I want to have a light carefree conversation like that with his youngest son. I see him at the ovens baking the bread, and want to yell out to him but I keep walking. I wish that I and the bread boy could be friends once again. Everything that I want is just a wish, nothing more. It's probable that none of my wishes will come true.
Authors note: Okay I know that this was really short, but please tell me what you thought. Also tips would be awesome so please review. Thanks for reading