Untitled. (Fan-fiction of Hunger Games trilogy) Chapter One: Flying Monkeys and Apricots Part one.

by NightOwl0_0 (a girl who is in love with reading and writing)

A/N: Hey everyone!! Here is my fan-fiction of The Hunger Games...I've never read the series before just found out stuff from Wikipedia so please don't be too hard on me...but still give me CC. Please tell me if you like it so I know to continue....

Gale~~~Chapter One: Flying Monkeys and Apricots

Walking through my Mom's hometown wasn’t my idea of fun. Looking at the people practically starving wasn’t exactly what I wanted to see. if I have learned anything in the past I have learned that nothing goes as planned. I was walking through the streets of district twelve and I saying to myself never to come back here again. Of course I had a job to do and nobody would get in my way.

“Please,” Begged a little girl, “Give me some food and I will re-pay you with a goat.”

“I don’t want a stinking goat!” I said. It came out a little mean but I didn’t care…I was mean and I wasn’t going to stop doing what I was doing for a little girl that wanted food…my sister would’ve stopped but I wasn’t my sister I was someone quite the opposite. A good friend of mine lived in the seam; he was a trouble maker just like me. He wanted me to steal some food and bring it to him, I arrived at his tent this morning and he insisted me to get him food. I nodded and here I am walking the poor streets of District Twelve. I looked around the poor section and spotted a girl around my age walking with a basket of bread…I knew she was the one.

“Hello,” I said stepping in her path, “That basket looks awfully heavy, I’ll hold it.”

“No thank you!” The girl said evenly.

“My name Is Gale,” I said holding out my hand. She didn’t shake my hand she held the basket with a strong grip, as if she knew…

Without even thinking it through my dumb brain I shot out my hand to grab the basket but she wouldn’t let go people would do anything for food.

“Help!” she screamed, “I’m being robbed!”

A boy slightly taller than me ran out a old abandoned warehouse and he and I played tug a war for quite a while. Without warning someone came behind me and wrapped his arm around my neck….putting pressure. on it. He was practically choking me.

I let go of the basket and the last thing I remembered was everything going black.

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I admit I thought I died and went to hell. I felt so horrible and where I was at was as hot as hell. Suddenly I felt this burning sensation my eye lids shot open and I was staring at a big, muscular man. The burning feeling was my arm on fire.

“Please,” I begged, “Don’t kill me.”

I was screaming the fire was burning my arm…it hurt so badly.

“Tell me who you’re working for!” The man shouted.

“Please just put it out!” I begged looking at my arm.

“TELL ME WHO YOU’RE WORKING FOR!!” The man shouted.

In order to survive I had to spill the beans.

“Jack!” I said, “Jackie Moore.”

He ran over to his small but very tidy kitchen and got a bucket full of water. He ran back over to me and poured the whole bucket of water on me. The fire slowly died. I looked at my arm it was burned so badly. The man gave me a look of sympathy and walked over to his kitchen and got a rag and some medicine.

“Where am I?” My voice began to crack.

“Not the seams,” He said, “We’re at merchant!”

I nodded. The merchant was where my Dad used to live it was in a better part in District Twelve. The man started to apply the crème on my burn.

“Who are you…?” The man asked.

“Gale Mellark!” I said.

“Ah, Mellark why does that name sound so familiar…?”

“My Dad is Peeta Mellark….ring a bell?”

“PEETA!!” He shouted, “He was my best friend growing up.”

I forced a laugh.

“Really….?” I said, “My Dad actually had friends!”

“He was very popular,” The man said, he put out his hand, “My name is Greg Forman.”

“Nice to meet you,” I said.

“How’s he doing…?” Greg asked.

“He’s fine, we’re living in District one with my Mother and Sister!”

“District One is mighty fine!”

“My Mother put up a fight when my Dad made us move there when I was only three, he insisted it was safe.”

“No district is safe!” Greg said, “Who’s your Mother…?”

“Katniss Everdeen,” I said.

“Whoa,” Greg said, “She’s was a cutie back then, I’ve always had a crush on her.”

“She’s my mother,” I said evenly, “That’s gross!”

“Whatever you say,” Greg said.

“Gale,” He said, “That’s a very uncommon name, why did your parent’s name you that…?”

“Was that a compliment or an insult…?” I asked.

“It was a mere compliment!” Greg replied.

Silence

“They named me after my Godfather, Gale Hawthorne.”

Greg’s eyes widened.

“Just as I thought,” He said rummaging through his pockets.

“What…?” I asked. “What are you looking for?”

“Here,” He said taking a gold coin out of his pocket, “Get transportation back to District One, a friend of Gale’s is certainly not a friend of mine.”

“But…!”

He pushed me out of his house, leaving me injured, cold and lost.