The Hunger Games: Breaking Freedom

As you know I'm obsessed with the Hunger Games so I thought that I would make a fourth book about Katniss' life with her children and Peeta. YOU NEED TO HAVE READ ALL THE HUNGER GAMES BOOKS!


2. Primrose

I'm going to shoot! Finally I get to show mama how much I love to hunt. After shoving a katniss root down my mouth I join mama outside with my new bow and arrows. We begin to walk and a hour later we get to a old fence halfway fallen down. When I ask what it was for mama got really tense, like she hated the thought of it.

"We wern't allowed in the woods, but Gale and I brook that rule everyday." She answers through her teeth, trying her best not to lose it. Whatever happened between her and that fence wasn't something good. This got me curious, she had never been that tense or scared about anything. Except when dad talked about the Hunger Games, which he didn't do often.

"The Hunger Games was a long time ago, not something that you would want to know about. Your mother and I-'' As soon as he looked at mother he stopped and was more careful about what he said.

"Well we had no liking to it, we were not proud to represent it. Its time for bed." He said, I recall mama looking this tense then, and only then. I wonder if this fence had something to do with the Hunger Games.

"This was where I grew up, learning to shoot and hunting. I know this land better than anyone else and I want you to too." She says tearing her eyes from the fence, then staring at a very tall tree that could easily tower the once apon a time fence.

"Okay, where do we start?" She walks toward a tree and reaches into the hollow hole on it.

"There could be something in there!" I whisper careful not to scare anything away.

"There is.'' She says. I'm about to panic when she pulls out another bow and reaching down into a hollow log, retrieves another quiver of arrows.

"My old ones from when I was your age." She says, half smiling.

''My father made them and taught me to shoot with them." I knew mama loved her father, even though he died way before I was born. She could remember every moment she spent with him, and more. My grandmother, her mama, was so out of it when her daddy died that she had to take care of herself and my aunt, the one I was named for, Prim. She loved Prim too, more than anything in the world. But it seems that everything she cares about gets taken away from her. I know she died of some kind of bomb accident, but I don't know exactly what happened and I wouldn't dare ask mama.

"We better get going, the sun's coming up. She whispers while aiming at a squirrel frozen in a tree. She lets the arrow fly and it sticks right in the eye of the squirrel, something she was known for.

"Good one." I say and run to retrieve the dead squirrel, but she stops me and pushes me behind her.


"Shhh." She snaps staring at the fence with so much density it could break in any second. A bush a little to the right shakes and a tall old man with a beard that was let go long ago emerges.

"Look what we have here." He says with and edge of ignorance in his low toned voice.

"Haymitch," Mama answers startled.

"Why are you here?" She asks with what sounds like genuine concern.

"Stopped by town for a real meal, don't get much from my stupid berry bushes." He says like its extremely obvious.

"You don't remember Prim do you? You met when she was only a few weeks old." She says reluctantly pulling me so I stand before the stranger, a stranger to me, not mama.

"I recall, she's gotten big, strong too." He states eyeing my bow.

"She as good as you?" He asks, he knew mama well enough to know how good she was at shooting a bow. I needed to find out who this man was but not now.

"We don't know that yet, today's her first time by herself." She says sending him a sharp look that says 'go now!'. He turns to leave but turns back.

"I'll uh, see you around." He turns back and walks deep into the woods, the opposite way from our house.

"We will come back tomorrow, lets go home." Mama says still not really focusing her sight on anything in particular. The trip to her past was too much. We walk home and when dad asks why we were back so early I run to my room, and I hear mama start to talk but I drown it out by shutting the door. I knew what I had to do. I needed to find out what was going on in mama's head when she saw that fence, the man named Haymitch, and the part of the woods from her childhood, and especially The Hunger Games. Whatever that was it didn't sound good.

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