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She walked through the busy provincial streets of District Twelve, a smile gracing her face. She was wearing her typical white and blue dress, her dark hair braided down her back.

Katniss Everdeen was truly a strange girl in the townspeople's point of view. She always had her nose buried in a book, and when she wasn't reading, she was either hunting, or helping out her father with his strange inventions. Though she was beautiful, she never showed any sign that she recognized it. Nor did she recognize that she was being sought after by one of the most eligible bachelors in District 12. At twenty years old, she longed for some adventure in her life. She longed to get away from the almost monotonous life she lived, but deep in her heart, she knew that she might never get to.

And so Katniss hummed a tune underneath her breath as she walked, greeting people with a small "Bonjour," in their direction.

"Hello Katniss, where are you off to today?" The old woman at the soup cart asked, turning to her. Katniss smiled.

"I'm headed off to the bookstore Sae. I just read this wonderful book about and ogre and a princess and-"

"That's nice dear," Sae said, turning around. "Posy! Get those vegetables chopped!" She yelled at a young girl, who looked around sixteen. The girl nodded, and started running her knife through the carrots.

Katniss shook her head at their bustle, smiling slightly. She would never get tired of old Sae's rough ways. She continued on her way, her book clutched in her hand, completely unaware of the townspeople watching her, whispering about how different she was. Her smile widened at the sight of the bookstore. She opened the door, and was greeted by a merry jingle as she walked in.

The bookstore owner was a kind man by the name of Cinna. His skin was a deep chocolate color and his eyes were enhanced by a gold line that lay thinly on his eyelid.

"Ah, back so soon Katniss?" he asked with a kind smile on his face.

"Oh, I couldn't put the book down! It was incredible, with adventure, mystery, romance," she said, hugging it to her chest and smiling. "Do you have any new books for me this week Cinna?"

"I'm afriaid not Katniss, the new shipment comes in next month," he said, shelving another book. Katniss shrugged, and went over to the shelves, skimming through the book titles. Her eyes lit up as she came to her favorite one.

"That's all right, I'll check out….this one," She said, pulling the book out from the shelf. A beautiful stained glass window illustration decorated the cover.

Cinna chuckled jovially, "But that the third time this month you're checking that out. You've proabably read it a hundred times already!"

"I know Cinna, but it's my favorite! Far off places, daring swordfights, magic spells, a prince in disguise-"

Cinna laughed, shaking his head. "If you love it that much Katniss, then it's all yours,"

"Oh sir, I can't"

"Yes you can my dear. If you love it so much, I want you to have it,"

"Oh, thank you so much!" Katniss laughed, giving Cinna a tight hug. The older man chuckled and ran his hand down Katniss's hair tenderly. Over the years, he had come to see the girl as his own daughter, and there was nobody in the world he loved more.

The girl bounded out of the store, her skirt flapping around her ankles. The book was already open, and she read through it, not truly watching where she was going. She smoothly maneuvered past people and animals alike, not caring about her surroundings. Something about books entranced her since a very early age, and she was almost in her own world when she was reading, letting her imagination take flight.

Katniss was highly aware of the townspeople staring at her, and whispering behind her back. At first, when she was young, this would hurt her. She would ask her father why they whispered. He would smile, and always come up with the same response.

"They're jealous of you Katniss,"

And so, keeping this thought in her head, she ignored the townspeople's staring. After all these years, she had perfected the art, and it came almost as second nature to her.

She hurried through the town, her nose buried in her book. She was almost to the edge of town, when someone stopped her.

A large gloved hand came down, and plucked the book from her grasp. She looked up to see Gale Hawthorne, the town's most eligible bachelor, examining her book.

"How do you even read these things?" he asked, holding it upside down. Katniss jumped for it, scowling, but Gale held it out of her reach. "It doesn't even have pictures!"

"It's a book Gale, it has words, you're supposed to read it," she says, crossing her arms. He looked at it once more, and then, with a quick sweep of his arm, chucked it in the mud puddle behind him. Katniss gasped, her anger flaring, and dodged for the book, only to have Gale blocking her.

"Why would you even read that thing? It's not right for a girl to read. Soon she starts getting ideas, making her own decisions," he epitomes a shudder, causing Katniss to roll her eyes.

"That's absolutely barbaric Gale," she said, reaching to get her book. She picked it up, grimacing at the dirt on it.

"I know, isn't it? They say that's the best thing about me,"

"mmhmmm, sure," Katniss said sarcastically, trying to get around him, only to have him block her once more.

"Now why would you spend time reading a book, when you can spend time with the handsomest man in town?" he asked, flashing a devilish smile. Katniss groaned inwardly, rolling her eyes, and forced a grin onto her face.

"As lovely as that sounds Gale, I really must be going. Papa is expecting me at home," she said, coming to the trail that lead to her house.

"Going back to your crazy father eh?" Gale's friend Thom said, smirking behind him. She hadn't even noticed Thom there. Gale started laughing.

"My father is not crazy!" Katniss yelled at them, her face contorting in an angry expression. The laugh dropped off Gale's face as he smacked Thom upside the head.

"Oww, but you said so yourself earlier," he protested, rubbing the back of his head. Katniss scowled.

"My father is not crazy! He's a genius!" she said once more. Just as she finished her sentence, she heard a loud boom come from behind her. She turned to see smoke puff out of the windows and the chimney. She turned tail and hurried home, leaving Gale and Thom behind her, their horrible laughter echoing in the air.

Yes, her life was very monotonous. She loved her father dearly, but the provincial way of living was not for her.

She wanted adventure.

Little did she know, she would get it very soon.

Again, a very short chapter. This one was just a quick intro to Katniss. I know she's very OOC, but come on, she's Belle. She's supposed to be happy, and beautiful, and smart.

I really didn't want to make Gale into Gaston due to the tragic ending, but I really couldn't find a better character to play Gaston. Guess I'll have to work around it.

The plot will pick up in the next chapter, when Katniss's father wander's off into the woods while going to the Invention Fair. We'll also get to see how Peeta is faring after spending eight and a half years in a hideous state.

You guys will also get to meet Finnick, Annie, Beetee, Prim, Rory, and Hazelle in the next chapter. I'm warning you though, they may not appear how you expect them.

Try to guess who Finnick, Beetee, and Prim are. :) REVIEW if you figure it out, and I'll try to tell you if you're right. If you're an Anon, then I'll mention you at the end of the next chapter, so I can answer your question.

Please REVIEW and tell me how I'm doing!

~Reaper