Katniss: Survivor

Hunt, trade, eat, work, survive, that had been her life ever since her father had died. Before then her family had struggled to get by, but nothing like they had after the mining accident. The burden of taking care of a family had fallen on her eleven year old shoulders. Some times she wondered if family was the right word, a little sister and a mother that might as well have died with her husband. She was angry at her mother, they were all grieving, they all missed him, but they needed her and she wasn't there. How was she suppost to forgive that?

So she hunted, alone in the woods without her father was the only way to feed what was left of her family. That is where she met the boy with the snares, first they were just hunting partners, watching each others backs and making sure they were safe. Over the years that safety grew into comfort, a friendship that couldn't be broken because to need to survive far outweighed whatever issue they could find with each other. He became her best friend and eventually they became each others, needing nobody else. As they grew older the innocent friendship grew into something more, a forbidden attraction that nether of them could find the courage to act on.

But he was not the most important person in her life, her sister was. A sweet little girl who couldn't hurt a fly and cared for ugly kittens and sick goats. A girl who was as sweet and as beautiful as the flower she was named for, unusually happy for a person who grew up in the Seam, until she was reaped. She couldn't bare to see her little sister die in the Hunger Games so she volunteered. Signing away her own life so her sister might live and would fight to the death with the boy who had saved her life. Somehow both of them came home and with them a new feeling that she was not used to. She was not fighting feeling between her best friend and the boy with the bread.

Feelings that only grew stronger when she was reaped again, escaped from the arena, and started the rebellion. She had come close to losing both of them, she had lost so many people that she didn't think she couldn't live without ether of them. She had broken both of their hearts and regretted it deeply as she saw her best friend cry in front of her for the first time and as she felt the hatred of her star crossed lover after the high-jacking.

But nothing could compare to the pain of losing her little sister, the one person she had willingly let herself love. Torn apart by a bomb that may have been her best friend's design. She didn't blame him for he could not have known, but she could never look at him the same way again.

So she killed the person responsible and after months of being away she finally went home where her family didn't exist anymore. Until the boy with the bread came back and she knew she would survive.

After all she was a survivor.

So, did I do the Mockingjay justice? Please let me know