The bombing of 12 shook everyone. Especially the lower districts, which feared they were next. The upper districts like one and two had nothing to worry about, but it still shocked them.

No one could deny it, not even the Capitol. The Dark days were returning. The Mockingjay is rising.

The thing we all wondered was where was everyone? Suddenly during the Quarter Quell there was an explosion, we all knew who caused it. Who else could have shot that arrow? It was Katniss Everdeen.

But where'd she go? The Capitol made it clear that they had Peeta Mellark, Johanna Mason, and Annie Cresta, but where were the others? Well, wherever they are, they have to rise up quick, because Katniss just got the Capitol very, very pissed.

And now all of Panem has to pay.

A Bad Feeling

My face was pressed against the dirty, cracked glass of the small window of my house. I guess you could call it a house. It was more of a shack, a small place to sleep.

Well, it was better than the orphanages. No one knew we lived alone, my little brother and I. He wasn't actually my brother, but only the Peacekeepers knew that. Not that they cared anyway. For all they knew my father hadn't been killed by a fallen tree and my mother hadn't gotten sick and both were alive, but they aren't.

His given name was Lathyrus, a name for the highly intelligent and wealthy people. Ironically, we barely had anything. Lath was my little trooper, my little brother. Some assume us related; we look like it any way. Lath had the same dark brown hair, the pale skin and the small skinny structure, though I'm pretty sure he will outgrow me, but for right now he's just a skinny 8 year old. We are almost the same; all accept the eyes, which his were an amazing deep blue.

I look at the small clock on my neighbor's porch, 5 am. I had only an hour before work started. I hurried to my side of the single room we had and slipped on my black work clothes and my warm cotton hoodie. Tying up my hair and prepared for my morning jog.

I briefly passed a mirror, which I stopped at. I almost didn't recognize myself. My hair had gotten a lighter, darker red look instead of my normal dark brown. My eyes had this, what I call, 'barfed up chocolate' color. They had been mostly brown with the green tinge, but the green had begun to take over eyes. My freckles had begun to fade and I had a small amount of acne. I realized I was merely growing up.

I went up to the small shelf on our wall, taking a small amount of money and running to the window sill, plucking the small ripe tomatoes from the arrangement of potted plants. I stuffed the money in my pockets as I grabbed the bottle containing ground Burdock root and stuffed that in my pocket too. Carefully holding the ripe tomatoes, I placed them in a small plastic container before putting that in my hoodie pocket.

I opened the door and stepped outside, the cold air chilling me to the bone. In District 7, we live in what used to be a place called Canada and Oregon. During the winter, it's so cold we have to sleep fully dressed. I jogged outside, it was another cloudy day. The green around was overwhelming, it was spring.

In the Rivet no one was rich. Not even the merchants, who may have slightly more fortunate, but all together poor. All of us accept the Peace Keepers. Most preyed upon the poorest, like myself. But I guess I toughened out before they could get to me.

I jogged down the black, chipped concrete to the local medic's house. I knocked on the door, and out came a woman with lifeless blonde hair and sunken cheek bones, looking very despair. Although her eyes told another story, a sliver so bright and so full of happiness, she looked as though she found a pot of gold.

"Liliacean, how nice to see you" she said warmly. I gritted my teeth at my name, I hated it. "Please, call me Lily," I said, forcing a smile. "Well, Lily, do you have my order?" I nodded "Yes Rosa, one hundred milligrams of powered Burdock root." Rosa smiled and took the bottle, pulling out the money she owed me.

I saw how frail and hungry she looked. My heart softened slightly and I pulled out one of my fresh tomatoes. "Here, take it free of charge." Rosa's eyes as she took the precious fresh food from my hands. "Thank you, and send my complements to your mother for growing food in this weather!" she said. I nodded; everyone believed mother was just at home growing food while Lath and I work in lumber like everyone else.

I pocketed my money and ran to the bakery, avoiding jumpers. The alluring smell of fresh baked bread filled my head as I walked into the bakery.

"Get out you street rat!" the old man yelled. "I just want to buy some stuff." The old man scowled. I was drooling, looking at the desserts. "One loaf of honey bread and an 8' by 9' apple crisp," I said, handing the money owed to the old man. He gave me the bread and the crisp, and I dashed out, avoiding the hungry looks I was getting from a few people.

I ran to my neighbor's house, looking at the time, I had 40 minutes to get to work. I knocked on the Harrison's door, their eldest daughter answered. "Oh," Mila said, "what do you want?" I took out the tomatoes and said "An exchange, tomatoes for cheese." Mila scowled and yelled, "MOM! The weird girl from next door is here!"

Mila's mother came out, replacing Mila. She spotted the tomatoes. "You know I like carrots better." "Please, the carrots are almost done; this is all I can give right now." Mrs. Harrison huffed, and retrieved the goat cheese.

We traded and I walked to our house, going inside and preparing the special breakfast on the small table.

I cut the crisp into good sizes, sliced the warm honey bread, cut the goat cheese then placing it on the bread. Picking a few sprigs of basil, then washing them off and putting them on the bread. I walked outside and picked a few black berries; those things grow like crazy around here, and placed them on the plates with the meal.

I was just getting the milk when I heard a faint knock on the door. I looked out of the torn screen he had to keep the huge mosquitos out, and a small smile graced my lips. It was Devon, my best and only friend. He had dark black hair and brown eyes, and like all of us, very, very pale.

I opened the door for him to come in; he came inside and placed an odd thing on our table. I looked at the object "Is that..?" I said. "Yep, an orange" Now oranges may sound like nothing to you, but they are close to impossible to get here.

"Where'd you get this from?" I asked in awe. Devon shrugged, "This old lady down at the market was selling them for a high price, when these jumpers attacked her. I helped her and she gave me 5 oranges, along with a huge watermelon!" He said, reaching into his bag, uncovering a watermelon quarter the size of my face and placing it on the table.

Devon sat down and peeled the orange, cutting it into quarters, placing pieces on the plates, and cutting the watermelon into neat slices. I took one of oranges and juiced it into a pitcher, pouring it into two tall glasses. I neatly set the table, making it look pretty.

I grabbed an extra plate of food and said, "Here Devon, take it. You've done too much for me." Devon smiled and shook his head.

"It's your birthday! You deserve a gift." I rolled my eyes at that comment. That was just like Devon, so noble and fair. "Well then at least eat with us." He smiled again and nodded.

I walked over to where Lath was sleeping, and began poking him. Lath groaned and rolled over, placing the pillow over his head. "Lathy, wakey wakey, it's time to wake up." I said, and started tickling him. Lath was notoriously ticklish, and he hated being tickled. Between laughs he yelled. "STOP IT LILY!" After only a minute he yelled. "Fine, I'm up!" I laughed and stopped tickling him.

"Happy birthday, Lath," I said. Lath smiled, "Happy birthday Lil." No, we have the same birthday. No one knows when he was born so we shared a birthday now.

"Now, let's not waste this perfectly good breakfast, if you don't eat it I will!" Lath's jaw dropped at the sight of the elaborate meal. "How…" Lath asked in awe. "Never mind how, let's eat!"

We devoured the food, never tasting something that good before. Devon just quietly picked at his food, with a small smile. It only took us a few minutes to devour all the food. "Now you get ready, Devon and I will clean up." I told Lath. He nodded and ran off.

I was drying the dishes as Devon washed them when he said "What do you think will happen now?" I looked at him. "Now that, you know, the uprising has started, what will happen to District 7?" he asked.

I sighed, that was bugging me, too. "I don't know. Maybe we will win our rights; maybe we will fall back into safe slavery. Who knows? I just want the best for Lath, and right now I'm very happy he's only 8. It will take years for this to blow over, and luckily, Lath has four more."

Devon nodded solemnly, understanding exactly what I felt. Devon had two little sisters and one older brother. Only Devon and his older brother were viable for the Hunger Games.

I turned my face to the ground. "Just promise me if I have to… go, you'll take care of him. Please." I said. Devon put down the dish he was washing and walked over to me.

"Liliacean Nightlong," I looked up, a small tear in eye, "Never, ever speak like that again. You are going to be here with Lath and I in 7, always. You are not going anywhere." I nodded, the tear starting to break.

Devon studied my face, and took me in a huge hug. I buried my face in his chest as he rested his chin on my head. I attempted not to cry, but a few salty tears managed to leak out.

The town speakers suddenly crackled on and a bright and cheery voice rang out "Hello District 7! We need everyone to report to the main town square immediately, transportation trains leave in two minutes! Wear something pretty" Luna, our Capitol person boomed over the speakers. I looked at Devon, dreading what that meant.

I had a bad feeling about this.

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