First story on The Hunger Games, I've just finish reading the series this week and I fell in love with the books.

I hope you guys enjoy this story.

I stare into his gray eyes, moving a finger to my mouth. "Shh." I motion for my brother to follow as we creep into my mother and father's room. Where could it be? I glance around quickly in their room, sighing as my feet make loud nosies. Just like my father.

I look over to my brother as he runs a hand through his curly blonde hair, he seems so light on his feet while he looks around. He was the one to get most of my mothers traits, much better at hunting then I am. I smile as I remember the time he was nine and wanted to go out in the woods with our mother, I was about twelve and a daddy's girl, who wanted to stay and bake cookies. But that was three years ago.

I shake my head lightly, coming out of my thoughts as I hear his voice whisper to me. "Prim... I don't think the chest is in here anymore." Of course it wouldn't be in here anymore, why would I keep looking? I should know better when it comes to our mother and her habit to move things that where from the past, before my brother or I was born. Even before my mother was eighteen!

I frown, taking one more peek around before slipping out of the room. "Maybe it's in the basemeant?" I glance back at the pair of gray eyes behind me. He shrugs as he stares out into space. "Could be."

We travel quickly to the kitchen, the scent of baking bread hits me. I shiver, moving my hand out to block my brother before he could walk into the kitchen. There stood my father, baking his bread and cooking our dinner tonight. I hear my mother outside, watering the primroses that my father had once planted for my mother after her sister... My aunt had died in the bombing in the Capitol as she was attending to a wounded child.

My mother never wanted me to learn about how my aunt died, the young woman I was named after. But I had learned about the battle in school and that my father and mother had big roles in it. I started questioning them about it and ended up hearing about the bombing my aunt had died in.

I hear my mother ask my father to come outside real fast, he wipes the flour off his hands as he goes out the back door. I take that as our chance, gripping my brother's hand and rushing to the stairs that lead to our basemeant. He grunts lowly as I pull him. "Prim!" He whispers.

"Shh." Is all that I reply to him as we run down the stairs into the cold and dark basemeant.
Spider webs are all around, making the place seem like it's never been touched in years. I close my eyes tightly, squeezing my brother's hand as I think about a spider biting into my flesh. It's a stupid fear, I know.

"There it is!" My brother yells, I quickly cover his mouth with my hand and glare at the direction he pointed and he was right. There stood the chest we were looking for, I quickly walk over to it, pulling a key from my pocket. I had sneak it out of my mother's hiding place a day ago, when her and my father where out in town. I knew it belong to this chest and that it had things of their past.

I push the key into the keyhole, hearing the click that said it was unlock. I feel the sweat roll down my palms as I push up the top. Inside where two books, a locket and a wedding picture of a woman and man.. Who looked nothing like my father but had a few features of my mother. Must be my grandparents. I've only heard a few things on my grandfather, I know he died in a mining accident and that my mother had to take care of her sister and mother after his death. My grandmother comes and visites us a lot and I enjoy seeing her.

I grin, showing off my teeth as I grab the two books and slamming the top of the chest down. "Let's hurry to my room." We quickly run back to the doorway from the stairs to the kitchen. My father was still outside, hugging my mother as they talked. I quickly look away from them and rush to my room.

Inside I set the books on the bed, I knew what one of the books had inside. It was of pictures of the people they knew who had died, but the second book confused me. I open the book to the first page. It's a jounel, that my mother must of wrote. I quickly shut the book as I hear my father shout that it was time for dinner. "We'll read it tomorrow." I whisper to my brother before hiding the books under my bed and dash out of the room to the smell of a nicely cooked bread.

I'm not sure when I'll update, but I promise I will soon.
If anyone has or like to share a name for Peeta and Katniss's son, just PM with the name and I might use it in the story. Sorry if my spelling or writing is messed up, if anyone knows or wants to Beta stories for me PM me and I'll respond.