Chapter 8
Katniss felt the smoothness of the wood. Deadly when combined. Powerless without. She stood, the arrow naturally nocking its self into the bow string and bow. The arrow slid out of the bow. She felt herself fell stronger. "Katniss! Peeta! Guess what Gale's home!" Katniss fell short at the sound of Hazelle's voice. She turned around surprised and slung her bow over her back. She hurried to the back yard, through the house and she opened the door. She stared at the man that had the words Gale Hawthorne under him only two days before.
He lifted up his hand and waved at her, as if not a day had passed. As if they were still school kids back in the days that they hunted to survive. Back when they understood each other better than they understood themselves. There was a suddenly anger in her and she looked down at him. Standing beside his mother; who looked over the moon. Peeta came out of the hut, followed closely behind by Lilac.
Katniss ignored them and stormed over to Gale. She stopped in front of him looking over the face that was so familiar but looked so strange. "So you grew some balls huh?" He looked at her, not responding. "Come on, got anything to say about yourself? Cat got your tongue?"
"You got old…" He said. Katniss stared at him, her mouth open.
"Excuse me?"
"Sorry, that didn't come out right. You look…nice. It's been a while, it nice seeing you." Then he turned his head to Peeta and nodded to him. "And you too." He looked down at Lilac. "You had a kid!" He said in shock.
"Two actually. Her name is Lilac, Rye is sleeping."
"Mummy!" The sound of Rye waking up schoed from the house.
"Well, he was sleeping." They stood awkwardly until Gale stepped back and pushed forward a little boy who looked ready to run away at that very moment. "His name is Mackenzie. Mackenzie say hi."
"H-h-hello, are you Katniss Everdeen, the girl on fire?"