-Hey everyone! So this is the sequel to my Katniss and Peeta story. Hope you enjoy reading!


My breath catches, I fall to my knees and gasp for breathe in the smoke filled trees. I can't see much; I can only feel the ground beneath my hands and see the silhouettes of the trees against the moon. I don't know how I got here, or why I'm here, all I know is that I am scared to death of what is chasing me.

"Hold on to me, I won't let you go." He promised. I can feel his hand slip into me and grasp to my hand, tight and non-moving. "Don't let go."

"I'll never let go." I promised, breathless.

We run fast and hard, each step pounding into the earth hard enough it could leave a hole. The branches on the trees whip my face. I can hear the distance noises behind me, forever growing near. But I don't care; I will follow this man where ever he wants me to go. I'll never leave him.

His name I don't know, his face I can't place. But his hand in mine makes all of that information unimportant; I can feel how much he loves in that touch. And I love him back.

I wake up and grasp at the bed sheets. My top clings to my skin from the sweat. I keep having that dream, always the same dream. I never go further, it never changes.

Is it weird to think that I am in love with a person that only exists in my dreams?

I sigh and catch my breath. "Rose, are you awake?"

"Cinnick, go away." I shout back.

The door opens and my brother comes in. He stares at me and frowns. "Dirty dreams again?"

I throw my pillow at him. "Get out!" He always does this, I never get any privacy.

He takes a bite out of an apple and circles around my bed. I stare at him hard, wondering if I stare hard enough he will disappear. But he doesn't, instead he sits at the bottom of my bed. "Come on, Mam and Dad are asking after you. It is our 18th birthday, or have you forgotten?"

I most defiantly haven't forgotten. 18 is the age you become an adult, 18 is the age people expect you to do something with yourself, 18 is that age my mother gave birth to Cinnick and I. And then there's me, still un-wanting to get out of bed.

By the time my parents where my age, they had been in The Hunger Games, lost almost everyone they loved and had children.

What have I done? Created a few paintings? I am such a disappointment. I look at Cinnick; at least I'm not as bad as him. He has literally done nothing for the past 18 years. But tomorrow he will have to start work in the mines.

He has no other job; he doesn't want to work in the bakery with Dad, so the Mines he will go.

"No, I haven't forgotten." I finally answer.

He lies back. "I can't believe we're finally 18 Rose. The big 1 and 8! Everything is different now."

I don't feel any different, I still feel 17. People expect great things from me; I am Katniss's and Peeta's child after all. I am the child of the legacies, the Mockingjay!

I sigh at the thought.

"Get out so I can get dressed." No doubt the press will be waiting outside for us. I can see Auntie Effie now; she'll be here soon enough.

"Oh shit yeah, I have to get dressed." He rushes out of my room.

I get out of bed and go to the window, not to look outside but look at the photo of my Auntie Primrose, who I was named after.

I smile at her, she was so young. Bright blonde hair, blue eyes and a big toothy grin flashing at me.

I wish I knew her. "I'll do my best today; I promise that I'll try my best."

I have a quick shower and then slip into a blue skin tight dress. I pull my brown hair to the side and clip it in place. Everyone says I have my mother's hair, and that a braid would suit me. People keep forgetting I am not my mother. It is naturally curly so I leave it as it is. I brush my fringe into place and practice my smile in the mirror for a few minutes.

"Hurry up!" I hear Cinnick call as he bangs my door.

He is so infuriating.

I walk downstairs and I see everyone I know and love there. Mother, Father, Haymitch and Effie. Even my Grandmother is here. I don't see her very often. Greasy Sae is in the kitchen, stirring a broth for us all no doubt. She grins and gives me a little wink.

Cinnick is lolling on the settee; wearing a black suit with the top button undone and the tie hanging lose around his neck.

"Well, don't you look all grown up?" My mother says and comes to me, giving me tight hug. "My little petal, finally a woman."

I smile; it's not like mam to speak all soft and sweet to me. It happens on rare occasions.

My father grins at me; I swear I see a little tear in his eyes. They both had this dress picked out especially for me. Today was a big day, one of the biggest days of my life.

Ever since the games finished, traditions changed. Now, we all have to do certain things on certain birthdays to celebrate a new passing over. When I was 13, I had my first journey to the other Districts to celebrate me turning into a teenager. The trips lasted a whole 13 days, to count for the amount of years I have been here.

Now I am 18, it's even bigger.

I get to go to Capitol for the first time, and I will stay there for a total of 18 days to celebrate me becoming a woman.

Everyone has to do, it is tradition now. It is a weird tradition, but a fun one I guess. And this is quite a special too, for this is the 18th year that this tradition has been running.

The only other birthday to celebrate then is 50. You get to go to any place for a total for 50 days. A bug holiday I guess. You can either go to the capitol or any district you like. This is to celebrate you reaching mid-life. If you reach this age it is an achievement you should be proud of. Back in the Games day's people barely made it past their forties with all the starvations and beatings that used to happen. Now, everyone is free, and everyone deserves a re-ward.

Haymitch grabs me away from mother and gives me a cheeky grin. "Let's get you pair drunk!" He says. Cinnick's eyes widens with excitement.

"Haymitch, not everyone is like you." Effie chirped in and gives me a light kiss on the cheek, and then one to Cinnick.

The door opens and in comes screaming 6 year old Ella. "Mammy! Mammy! There are so many people outside with flashing lights!" Effie bends down and hugs her.

"That's the paparazzi baby, ignore them." She kisses her lightly then looks up at my Mother. "They never forget anything do they?"

"Not when this family is concerned." She rolls her eyes.

Cinnick comes behind me, "You look scared sis." He whispers to me, low enough that no one else will hear.

I move my head to him and try and hide back all emotion. "Aren't you scared?"

He stares at me for a long while. For twins, you would think we would resemble each other slightly. But no, his hair is blonde and his eyes sky blue like fathers almost. He is tall at around 6 foot. People always say he is a 'looker', all the girls flock at him in school. But his self-centred personality is enough to put anyone off. But he has his moments, very rare moments in fact, when he shows the person I used to know. He wasn't always this way; he used to be fun, caring and kind. That is the boy I see right now, he gives a quick nod, letting me know that he is in fact scared. I want to hug him, to let him know that everything will be fine. But the shield is already coming back up, and he is gone. He rolls his eyes and looks away from me.

Back to his usual 'full-of-himself' self.

"Are you ready?" Dad asks us both, putting a strong firm hand on our shoulders. We both nod even though neither of us means it.

I take Cinnicks hand; we will be going into this together, good to have someone I know with me right? I never really made any friends at school. He glares at me, but doesn't pull his hand away.


-Hey! So, how did you enjoy the first chapter? Do you like Rose and Cinnick? Do you like the new traditions?

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-Shunice x