Like I said, I'd be posting later on.
Katniss's POV
Home.
What did that word mean to Katniss?
Well, mostly it meant nothing. Her mom was nice- before her dad left. Now she was addicted to alcohol, and was constantly doing absolutely nothing. She didn't spend all of their money, or go out to eat every day.
But Katniss bought the food, cooked the food, and did everything else. Her mom had decided to move to America because she ha gotten a job waiting tables from a friend. Her life was a little back on track, but not much.
So Katniss didn't want to go home.
But, every school day ends, so there she was, walking home, because her mom had sold their car because it was too much to have it shipped over.
"I'm home!" Katniss yelled as she tossed her backpack on the floor. The house was truly beautiful, but it needed to be cleaned. Boxes were littering the floor, although they had unpacked a week ago.
"Katniss?" Her six year old sister, Primrose, came up to her and hugged her. "Mommy's not home yet."
"You were all alone?"
"No, I had Buttercup for company."
Buttercup was the Everdeen's scruffy cat Prim had found on the road. She was basically an animal activist, so it stayed, but Buttercup was barely a good caregiver, seeing as he was a cat.
"Oh. I'll get dinner ready. Can you put all the boxes in the basement and throw away the paper?"
"Yes." Prim ran off while Katniss went outside to the little garden she had planted before school. She picked out a few tomatoes and cucumbers and went back in.
Turning on the stove, she washed and cut the vegetables, then put them aside.
The doorbell rang.
It's a cliffy, I know; but I must think of who it is! I'll update later or tomorrow.
Random question for my question peeps: have you ever cooked dinner?
Answer: I have; but all I knew how to cook was chicken nuggets (frozen) and cake mix, so it was very unhealthy dinner but it tasted good.