Author's Note: I am aware that I am falling behind on posting chapters, so don't tell me because it makes me feel like I let you guys down alot more than I thought I did. I only post when I have time and when I'm in the mood. And to be honest, I'm not in the mood right now. But I post for all the amazing fans of this story (few-but still amazing). Anyway, here goes chapter...5? So...enjoy! :D
CHAPTER FIVE
Gale's POV:
I wake up to the sound of chirping birds and sunlight peeking in through my window. I sit up straight and rub my eyes, the sunlight practically blinding me. After a moment, I swing my feet over the side of my bed and place them onto the wooden floor below. The cold greets my feet but I don't mind. Since the rebellion ended, all I ever felt was coldness. Katniss left me and chose Peeta. She hates me for designing the bomb that killed her sister. Now in District 2, day after day, I follow the same routine. Nothing interesting, nothing to keep me from dying inside.
I yawn and stretch. For some reason, I already know today will be a good day. Maybe I'll be promoted to a better job, or I'll get to go hunting for the first time in three years. Or maybe I'll see Katniss. But the chances are slim.
I shower and pull on some pants and a shirt before walking into the kitchen.
The dull brown chairs and table lower my somewhat good spirits. Seeing the same ugly gray and brown rooms of my home remind me how much my life has changed. No more mother to hug me when I come home. No more younger siblings running around the house and squabbling with each other. No more waking up early to hunt. No more saying "Hey, Catnip" to that beautiful gray eyed girl.
My life will forever be adventure-less and dull. I'm trapped in this District and nothing can ever change this.
I sigh and pour myself and bowl of tasteless cereal. It's still weird for me to eat food I didn't catch myself.
After a few minutes I plop the gray-blue bowl into the sink. I stare at the growing pile of dishes and sigh. Since the rebellion ended, I haven't felt much of a motive to do anything. Of course, I still work enough to live, but just barely.
I hear the clanking of the metal bowls and plates but still walk away. I pull on my black leather shoes and pull on my gray jacket before walking out the door.
It's the perfect morning outside, reviving my good spirits. The sun shines onto the perfectly cut grass that crunches beneath my feet. The sky is a light blue with a few specks of clouds drifting about. A light breeze blows and swooshes my dark hair. I watch a rabbit scurry across the lawn and stop to watch is run out of my sight. I remember the time when Katniss and I would kill these creatures and cook them for our families.
But I lost Katniss's family. She has her mom, although as much as she denies it, I know there's a part of her that strongly dislikes for stopping her life when died. Prim was all she had. And now she's gone.
I shake my head, trying not to let guilt ruin my perfect day. Or at least as perfect as it get nowadays.
I get into my dark blue car and pull out of my driveway. I watch as my small house get smaller and smaller. The deserted dirt road down the hill takes me into the center of town, where the tallest building of them all stands. I work as a expert in bombs and weapon designs for Panem's government.
I look at the train station coming up on my right. Every station in Panem looks the same, although some are older than others. It's the only thing that reminds me of District 12 here.
But today there is something else. A girl with Katniss' brown hair steps off the train and I stop my car abruptly and quickly pull it into the parking lot.
It's not the first time I've done this. Maybe this happens once a month. I've seen many young women with dark hair and a "Mockingjay Inspired" braid. Maybe I miss her too much, but I must find out if Katniss has just walked off the train.
I jump out of the car and slam the door shut, barely missing my fingers Quickly, I jog through the crowd of people in the train station, toward the girl. Once I art to get closer, I can make out her clothes. She has black pants and a leather jacket (her back is towards me so I can't see her shirt). The same brown boots I watched run through the woods every day are slipped on her feet.
I must be her. If it's not, I might have a mental breakdown. But by now, I'm almost sure it's my dear Catnip.
I finally reach her, although she hasn't seen me yet. Her back is turned to me as she examines the crowd of people in front of her.
Gently, I place a hand on her shoulder which makes her jump a bit.
"Hey, Catnip."
Author's Note: Okay, so I hope you all liked it. :) I thought I should change it up and make a chapter in Gale's POV. Please review this chapter. I love reading every single review. Also: don't forget to vote for this story if it's your favorite one of my fanfic's (poll is on my page). One more thing (sorry): don't be afraid to PM me. I love chatting with fellow writers/Galeniss shippers. Thank's everyone! You all rock. :D
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Ivy Blackwell