Her Choice

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After their adventure in the games are finished, Katniss Everdeen flees from everything she has ever encountered. She is accompanied by her accomplice Gale Hawthorne. Together they face the struggles of raising a baby in their early twenties. Gash the baby was their trigger. They were both considered an embarrassment to society. Therefore, the family relocated to District 2. Will Peeta win her back? Will he have to face the the love of his life with his worst rival?


8. Decisions

We talked for a half an hour more. During the luscious thirty minutes I was able to decipher the correct time. She thought that 09:22am was too early. As a result our strategy would be ruined. Our new time is 12:11am.  

“No room for error,” I spoke quoting her exact words.


Dear Katniss,    (this is what I call my notebook. It helps, it feels like I am talking to Katniss. As if am still with her.)   Right after we ended our conversation did you say “our family?” As in us? At least that’s what I think she meant. In contrast she would have said “my family.” This shows that there is hope. We could still be an item. Definitely not the stereotype young, flawless and completely in love couple. I think we are improving and if we both keep up our effort. It will happen. A swarm of the following questions floated around in my head. I guess this is what they mean referring to cold feet. How long has she been planning this? Is this really the only option left? What if I mess up? What if it doesn’t work? Will she ever forgive me? The more important question is could I ever forgive myself? My thought dogged me. I would be putting Katniss and Gash at risk. Maybe a risk I am not willing to take. Love,


It’s too late to back out now. I wouldn’t have the slightest idea on how to contact her. I still don’t have a clue on how she called me. She will be waiting for me. Gash will be with his grandmother. Everything is set.

I glanced at the clock it read ten o’ clock. About two hours left. My stomach began to get butterflies. I don’t mean the ‘good’ kind. As I became more nervous my stomach felt majorly queasy. Why am I not thinking about my well being? In order to keep Katniss safe I have to do the same for me. This was a bad plot from the start. There is too many things that could go wrong. All three of us could end up in jail for pulling something like this. For the rest of Gash's life he would be fatherless.

Bang! I threw my current notebook across my room in frustration. As inked book fell it opened to a certain page. I also write imagines about me and Katniss. Hoping one of my favorites would come true. I reviewed my writing. My Imagine:

I watch the droplets streaming down her cheek. There isn’t a worse feeling in the universe. My heart shatters into a million microscopic pieces. My stomach tingles. Her cries and weeping makes me seem weak. I never want to show that characteristic around her. Seeing her hurt breaks me. Her puffy swollen red eyes and blotchy skin when she says “I’m ok.” These are the signs that she is obviously not. She wraps her arms around me and cries into my chest. I can’t return the action because she’s not mine and that’s the worst feeling in the world. There’s nothing I can do except cry too, when she tells me that she will be a mother. Her boa is my worst enemy. “Goodbye,” she sobs.

I only wrote this because this is how I wish she left. Not a goodbye was exchanged. I am officially admitting that I am stuck. Why does love have to be so difficult?

Thump! The sound was released. I carefully placed my notebook on the desk.

Ping! Ping!

“You ready?” Katniss said ironically.

“U-ummm I guess. Is Gale at work?” I said with a small grin.

“Should be. What’s the matter? Everything is perfect, just be cautious with your share. In order for this to go smoothly, you have to be confident.” She replied fearlessly.

“Before when you said our family. Did you mean me, you and Gash?” I shyly asked. She hesitated for a brief moment,

“Yea!” I think she said that way to elated, it almost felt fake.

“If I get my portion picture perfect...we can become a family?” I repeated.

“Y-yes...if that’s what you want.” She said with a hint of sass.

“YES! That’s what I NEED!” I blurted. Giggling from my last statement, I noticed Gash peering at the bottom of the screen. From what I could see he was in his high chair. Rice was being tossed everywhere.

“Is that the only thing he can eat?” I questioned referencing his age.

“Currently, yep.” She said rolling her eyes.

“What?” I queried.

“He is picky just like his father,” she cooed.

“Awe what a nice compliment...I think.” She snickered at my attempt to try to squeeze a laugh out.

“It worked!” I cheered.

“You are so cheesy!” she said pointing to her tongue and making a “really?” face.

“I can only try,” I replied with a shrug of my shoulders.

“Try harder!” she teased.

“Make me!” I taunted.

“I will...one day,” she said as she was wandering off.

“Which day would that be?” I badgered.

“The second Wednesday of next week,” she cackled.

“Ok...wait what? Oh ok you got me.” I complied.

“See, be more original!” Katniss replied with a whip of her finger.

“Game on!” I howled. Clapping her hands together she let out of couple of laughs. My T.V. showed 11:54.

“I better be going. You better not be late.”

The last past Sunday was my birthday! i wonder if anyone could guess how old i am!? dont be a party pooper! OK bye!- Elizabeth xoxo

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