The Hunger Games Mockingjay Alternative Ending 

I search Snows eyes for the slightest sign of anything, fear, remorse, anger. But there’s only the same look of amusement that ended our last conversation. It’s as if he’s speaking the words again. “Oh, my dear Miss Everdeen. I thought we had agreed not to lie to each other. ” But I think about what he had done to our districts and I decided that it wasn’t important enough to warrant him to live, I pull my string back and let go, the arrow goes right into the center of the rose. The next day I was thinking about what I had done when Coin comes in and tells me that the 1st hunger games for the capital kids will be in two months from now. I decide to go back to twelve to go and grab what was left of Prime’s stuff. When I get back to my house I begin to cry because I see so much memories from this place, even though we weren’t in the house for long, Prim and I were able to bond a lot after the games.

As I walk through the house I see buttercup and as much as I don’t like him I walk over and start petting him because of how much Prim loved that cat and I decide to bring him back to mom back in the capital along with some medical supplies of moms. When I get back to the capital Coin and the others have already started to plan out the hunger games for the capital kids. I decide after about half an hour in to our meeting about the games I leave because the memory’s of Finnick and Rue and all the others from the games are overwhelming and I decide that I want nothing to do with it. I find Peeta out in the hall walking over to the hanger because he was just about to get onto a plane to go back to twelve. I decide to go with him because i have nothing better to do and we head back to twelve. Once we get back he moves in with me and we enjoy each other’s company, we talk about the games, I tell him what is real and not real and we both survive off of the woods like what used to do back when the capital was in control of the districts. 5 years later I am sitting in the meadow with my infant in my arms and my three year i,d playing with Peeta off in the distance when I hear the child start to wimpier and I say, “did you have a bad dream, I have bad dreams, one day when your older I will tell you about them and why they will never go away.