Hey Guys! My name is Mari and like many readers I love "The Hunger Games" and the whole entire collection of books. This is my first fanfic about this specific book and I hope that you love it. I am completely devoted to writing and have two other series' (visit my profile to see them). I am fairly new to writing fanfics, but so far it has been amazing! I really appreciate when people give me reviews, follows, favorites, and even constructive criticism if necessary. ENJOY the first chapter of The District Chronicles

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On the Way (Katniss POV)

The beginning of train ride home was much better than I had expected. Haymitch was drinking a lot more than usual, if that's possible, but at least this time he had a reason. Peeta and I had won the Hunger Games together. After that, Peeta felt that he had to pay off some debt to me. I was starting to get a "you saved my life! I am eternally grateful" vibe and honestly, it was freaking me out.

I now know that Peeta was not acting when he had stroked my hair and held me while I slept in the cave during the games. He truly loves me, but I am not completely sure if the feeling is mutual. All the things that he confessed while we were in the cave make him seem like kind of a stalker. I mean, seriously! He watched me walk home EVERY DAY for at least 5 years. That is pretty freaky. I guess you could say that it's romantic, but I just can't get past the stalker aspect of it all.

About a day ago, Peeta, Haymitch, Effie, and I had loaded onto the train. We have been very relaxed other than stuffing our faces with as much food as we can find. I feel a little bad for Peeta though. He is still getting used to his prothetic leg that the Capitol doctors and surgeons put on him when we boarded the hovercraft after the games. Now I can remember how I was freaking out. I don't know what came over me. I didn't even think that I loved him. Man, now looking back on the event I realized that I was screaming bloody murder. I wasn't just screaming though; I was yelling Peeta's name. I still felt an urgent sense of protection for him even though the games were finished. Maybe I did love him.

There was a knock on my cabin door. Peeta strolled in looking pleasant, but still a little shaky on his new leg.

"Good morning Katniss! How was your night?"

"Well, I had another nightmare where you and I died. You know, just the usual."

"Sounds fun. Do you want to walk to breakfast together?"

"Ok. I wonder what the chefs have prepared for us on this fine morning," I mocked in my best Capital accent, "probably something that tastes really good, but has an extremely odd coloration."

"Or smells like roses," laughed Peeta. We always tried to make each other laugh in an attempt to forget the gigantic scars on our lives for just a minute.

"Come-on my fellow victor, lets go stuff our faces with the catch of the day."

We held hands as we walked across two compartments and into the dinning car. Effie was there along with Haymitch. As usual, we sat ourselves down at the mahogany table and conversed about the daily gossip. Everyone was interested but me. I was too busy having a flashback about my second day on the train. I had stabbed the table and Haymitch had been a smart-ass and Effie had yelled 'that is mahogany'! I was so angry then, but now I realized how funny it actually was. Everything had been so serious before we had won the games. It seems as though everything that happened before the Hunger Games was different now.

"Katniss, Katniss," Effie yelled as she was trying to break my trance.

"Yes Effie?"

"What is your opinion on the latest Capitol fashion craze?"

"Sorry, what was the latest fashion craze?"

"Lip enlargement!"

"That is revolting. Why in Panem would anyone ever want to make their lips bigger?"

"I agree with Katniss," Peeta said, clearly trying to kiss up, "that is one of the stupidest things I have ever heard of. In district 12 we can't even enlarge our food supply, much less our lips!"

"Calm down," Haymitch retorted with a drunken look on his face, "sweetheart, could you pass me your knife?"

"Why," I said.

"Because we don't want the poor table to have to suffer your wrath again. He was injured badly the last time."

Everyone laughed at this. Haymitch could make a joke even in his wasted state of being.

I finally finished eating and decided to go back into my room. Maybe to sleep, but probably not.

There was another knock on my door. "May I enter," Peeta whispered from outside my door.

"What do you want now?"

"It's a surprise."

"I have had too many of those in the past month. Tell me what you want bread boy!"

"If you unlock the door than I will."

"I never locked the door. Just come in!"

For a moment I freaked out. Had someone locked my door from the outside?

Then Peeta burst through the door and kissed me. It felt so good to be kissed again. I was happy that he had come in. This is what I needed right now.

We lay in my bed and just cuddled for a while. Maybe this time I could fall asleep since I had Peeta with me. But one thing was driving me crazy.

I had heard a clicking sound right before Peeta had opened the door. Maybe someone or something actually had locked the door from the outside. I wanted to think about it more, but I was just so relaxed around Peeta that every time I tried to focus, the thought left my mind.

Before I knew it, I was asleep in Peeta's strong arms. The moment before I drifted off though, I heard the lock click again. This time it was shutting us in.

Someone was undoubtedly watching us and when I awoke, I was going to find out who.