Chapter 1

I twisted the ends of my braids up around my small fingers. My mind wondering off into the distant sunset. My legs laid out in front of me, my left hand holding most of my body up off the green grass.

"Pearl." My dad came marching from the forest. It was summer time and animals were everywhere. He brought with him a small game bag, which held who knows what. "Lets get going home." He added, almost reaching me by this point.

His light hair, stripped off above his ears. He never lets it grow out anymore, I still remember my first memory of him. His hair was right above his shoulders, his eyes flashing with happiness. He is always such in a cheerful mood which makes everyone around him the same way. He was wearing normal day clothing. A dark shirt and a pair of old jeans.

I shook my head, my eyes wondering back towards the sunset. "I don't wanna."

"Pearl." He dropped the bag on the ground and sat down next to me. "Don't be like that. We need to get home to make dinner."

I rolled my eyes.

Dad rose a eyebrow at me, thinking that I was paying attention to him. "Don't make me do it.." He trailed off.

He knew that I knew what that meant.

A small smirk showed up on my lips as I shook my head. "Nope."

In one quick motion my dad had me on my back. His hands going towards my stomach, where he tickled me. I hated being tickled. My body jerks away from him, but he keep going. "S-stop!" I cried, my voice was a laugh. "Dad-d! Lets go!" I got out my arms waling around us.

After a few more moments he stopped.

He quickly stood up. Picking up the game bag in one hand and offering me the other. I sighed, taking a hold of the hand. He helped me up and we left the Meadow, hand in hand.

"Go wash up for dinner." I got order to do right as I walked though the door. I slid my shoes off and jogged upstairs.

We live in a rather large house, and I mean it. It isn't some little one, like the rest. There are only a few other houses on our block and most of them are empty. Its our house and then another person lives to our right. Its a older man who we aren't post to talk to.

Finn sat in his room, his back to the door. He had a small chest of papers pulled out from under his bed. His hands were quickly looking though them on a mission. I took interest and lead against the doorway to his room.

The Chest.

Finn is a bit shy. he doesn't like making a big deal out of anything or anyone. His chest is where he puts paintings. He loves to paint. Anything. Flowers. Animals. Sunsets. You name it and could paint it in a heart beat. He is pretty good at painting too. He doesn't think that about himself though. So he keeps everything locked up under his bed.

Finn is my baby brother. He isn't a baby though. He is about eight years old, his birthday is in a few months. Only four years younger then me.

I take in a deep breath then sighed VERY LOUD.

Finn froze on the ground. After a few moments his hand were racing to push everything back in this chest. I could tell that he was alarmed at the fact that I was watching him. Finally he got everything into the chest and pushed it under his bed.

He turned back to me. "Peal." He let out a breath. "You scared me."

"Do you know when dinner is going to be done?" I asked in a soft voice.

"In a little bit?" There was a hint of question in his voice, telling me to go find out myself. "And we are having food?"

"Okay." I sighed, and took a step backwards out of the room. "Oh! And you should close your door if you don't want anyone to see you." I added before skipping down the hallway.

My room was a few door down from his and the bathroom across from it. I skipped into the bathroom, turning on the water as I came in. My hands were dirty from the meadow and were washing clean though the water.

Once, that I could see my skin again, I turned the water off.

Outside I could see that the sun was went down and the night has just started. I can't explain it. I just love the night time. Without the lights showing where I'm going, I can just go anywhere. Ever sense I was little. I have just loved going out there. My parents have finally put a curfew on us.

After I washed my hands down, I went into my bedroom. Threw on some fresh clothes and went downstairs for dinner.

"So how was your day?" My dad asked Finn as he came down and sat on the table across of me.

"It was okay." Finn muttered.

"Pearl?" My dad went on to me, not questioning Finn more. "What about you? Did you like it at the meadow."

"You know that I love it there." I told him, picking up my milk and taking a deep drink. "Aways fun."

The meadow is a place where I can feel like myself. I can be myself. No one goes there but our family. It doesn't make sense but its true. Its beautiful there. Wild flowers growing every where you look. The green grass. Animals running about. I always want to wait there to watch the sunset. Its hard to explain.

I finished my milk and started on my food.

I laid across my bed, my head resting on my forearms. My room was filled with different colors. Colors that blocked the fact that my room was so boring. My right walls were a pale yellow as the other two were a light blue. My bed sat smack in the middle of my room. The covers white and the large blanket on top, black.

Finn was in the room next too me, making a sound. He must be throwing a ball against the wall. HE KNOWS that gets under my skin. Still he does it.

I sighed and flipped over onto my back, looking straight into nothing.

My nose took in a sniff. Bread. My dad was making some of his wonderful bread. I smirked as I sat up on my bed, swinging my feet over the side. He is the best cook in the district. No questions asked.

I tip toed towards the stairway.

"Peeta." A woman's voice laughed followed by some moving noise.

My dad laughed, his laugh could make anyone laugh. "Aren't you going to try?" He must have put a pot down. "You know you want too."

I moved closer to the stairway. Ending up looking straight down towards the living room. The kitchen a door down.

"You know that I can't cook. I will leave that up too you." She answered, her feet making a sound towards the door. The door opening slightly.

"No, you don't."

The door closed shut again. He must have pulled her away.

Followed by some more laughing.

I took a few steps down the stairs, moving one foot at a time. Trying to make little to no sound as I went.

There was some muttering. I could only hear a few words. "Finn... Worried... I know... We can't just ... He needs to get out more ... To quite."

My hand reached my mouth in time to cover it.

"He is just young. He is happy." She replied.

Just then the door to the kitchen swung open, the woman walking though it. Her long dark hair flies out behind her, over her shoulders. Her eyes darted around the room then towards the stairway. Finally landing on me. A small smile crossed her lips.

"Hi, mom..." I trailed off, staring back at her.

The End of Chapter 1