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Disclaimer: Since I hate this job so much, Big Time Rush will be singing the disclaimer in high pitched, girly voices.

BTR: HoaLotsAtla does own us, The Hunger Games, or Hoa! Enjoy!

Nina POV

Today was the most horrible, dreaded day, ever.

No! I am not talking about the anniversary of World War 1. I don't even know when that is!

No. Today is the anniversary of my parents' death.

I have refused to come out of my room claiming that it is that time of month. But I actually lied. This is one day where I can lie to save my life. I'm numb, so emotions don't affect me.

Now your probably wondering why I would lie, since you now know the how.

I lied because I have a ritual, I do it every year on the day of my parent's death, since my parent's death. Both of my parents loved reading the Hunger Games. So I read it, every year, every book. I even read it when I was seven, it was hard to read, but I did it.

Now I love the Hunger Games. Funny.

Amber had been yelling at me, telling me I couldn't lie in bed all day.

I had asked "why?"

And she said, "um, because it's Arbor Day," she declared.

"Arbor Day?" I asked in disbelief, is she for real! Arbor Day is a freaking holiday for trees! I don't know who came up with the holidays, but Arbor Day is the dumbest! You don't even get the day off!

And here I am, my parent's death anniversary, trying not to break down, and Amber wants me to celebrate trees?

I looked up and gave her an are-you-serious? Look.

Again to my disbelief, she nodded.

Finally she was sent away for school, and I could read my precious Hunger Games alone.

Truthfully, I hated making everyone suffer.

I knew that they sent Amber up here, because I tell her everything, and she's very cheery. Also because things between Fabian and I have been very awkward since prom. I'm beginning to worry. Today though, I'm free of my life. I'm away.

I was in the beginning of the second book when I began to drift to sleep. . .

"Higher, mommy! Higher!" shouted a seven-year old me.

That's when I heard that heart wrenching musical laughter, "Nina, you can't get any higher than that, my precious," my mother told me.

"But Mommy," I whined, "I'm flying on the swing, I can see the stars!"

Then I heard a deep chuckle, and my dad had his arms around my mother's waist, kissing her cheeks, "I'm sure you can, honey, I'm sure you can,"

Then I was sixteen. I recognized the day immediately. It was the day before I left for House of Anubis. I was in that very same park. I looked around and went to the middle swing of the swing set. The last time I went swinging with my parents before they died.

"Higher, mommy. Higher," I murmured to myself, tears leaking down my cheeks.

Then the scene changed again.

Instead of me being the little girl this time, I was the mommy.

And the little girl looked like me, yet with some other slightly familiar features as well.

Then I felt arms snake around my waist, as I was pushing my daughter on the swing.

"Higher, mommy. Higher," he chuckled. And I sighed with pleasure when I saw the father. Fabian.

Then the scene became blurry.

"Nina! Wake up!" Amber said shaking me, as I came to.

"What now?" I groaned.

" We have to go to the Arbor Day festival! It's like a British tradition!"

"Amber for one freaking day I would like to be left alone to mourn! You expect me to be happy? Today? Of all days? No I refuse to! I would like this one single day to be left alone and preform my yearly ritual of moaning and reading the Hunger Games on my parent's death date!" I screamed. Yeah this day makes me go slightly insane.

Amber ran out of the room sobbing, and I heard some gasps on the other side of the door. I groaned. Ugh could this day possibly any more worse?

The door opened while I stared at the ceiling.

"Look, Amber, I'm sorry, its just. . .," I sighed, "it's hard for me right now, always has been." I turned over to see how Amber was reacting and if she forgave me. Instead there was a frowning Fabian who was shaking his head slightly.

"Nina, Nina" he said, I gulped with nervousness at what he was going to say. Hands trembling, I groaned and put my book down.

"Yes," I said uncertainly, he sighed.

"We're only trying to help, but you keep pushing us away. Please Nina," He begged.

"Fabian, you can never understand what I have gone through. I know you guys are trying to help, and I love you all for that, but today is my day to mourn. All I ask is one day a year."

He looked thoughtful while saying, "No, I don't understand what you've been through. But I do know mourning isn't helping anyone. If you let the chains of your pain keep pulling you down, then your never going to let the pain numb. I understand it doesn't go away, but if it numbs, if you let go, it'll be easier. If you want to be like this for the rest of your life, go ahead. But we'll be at the fair, your welcome to join us."

I could tell Fabian was mad at me, even though he was calm, his manner of walking away said it all. I sighed, trying to decide what to do. I mean it is one day, what's one day going to do to me?

"Ugh!" I groaned. I'm torn, from respecting my parent's death, or doing what my parents' would want me to do, what my lover wants me to do, what all my best friends want me to do! Sure, I've been in this situation before, but now it seems harder.

To you that's an easy answer, duh go to the fair. But I hold onto a lot of silly things. Finally I decided to go to the fair.

And I ended up having the time of my life, and a new boyfriend. Wink wink.

A/n - just a random lil one-shot that came to me. Hope you enjoyed. And for all you waiting for the LAST chapter of Autumnreign's contest, I hope it to be up soon. But life is busy dealing with lost is hard it may take awhile. By the way, if this sucks I understand I didn't try too hard. Also I want the LAST ch of Autumnreign's contest I want it to be super good, and its taking forever, rewrite after rewrite.