A/N: Hello! This is my third fanfiction, and my second modern day AU. I read a story like this but it was only three chapters and I really wanted to write one! It's probably all going to be in Katniss' POV, but if it changes I'll tell you in the Author's Note :)

Disclaimer: I don't own the Hunger Games and the idea for this story belongs to 'Hotness-and-music'.

A rush of sickness overtakes me and I dive from my bed across the landing in to bathroom and allow my supper from last night make a re-appearance. After the third time of retching up my insides the feeling subsides and I relax against the wall, stretching towards the tap and filling the glass, gulping down the cool, clear liquid that soothes my raw throat. Mum gently knocks on the door and pushes it open.

'You OK, honey?' she says softly, helping me up and rubbing my back comfortingly.

'I guess,' I shrug lightly, 'Does it carry on forever?' I whine childishly.

'No, darling, you're ten weeks right?' she asks. I nod vigorously.

'Well, it should stop when you're 12 weeks, so only two more weeks of this,' she smiles reassuringly.

'OK. The doctor said that I should start showing at about 18 weeks, was he right?' I ask to confirm.

'Yeah honey. Look, I'm really sorry you have to go through this. I wish I could have helped you in some way,' she says, smiling sadly and shaking her head.

'It's OK mum. There was nothing you could do.'

'You know you could always get r-'

'Don't you dare finish that sentence' I growl. I refuse to kill anything human, no matter how developed or un-developed it is, no matter how much I don't want it. I. Will. Not. Kill. It.

'Sorry. Prim's making breakfast down stairs if you're hungry?' I nod in answer, raising my eyebrows and giving her a questioning look.

'Yes, she has got the ice lollies and the apples,' mum rolls her eyes. I know it's a weird combination, but fruit pastille ice lollies and apples are the only foods I can actually keep. Finnick occasionally brings in a multi bag of apples for me, of which the contents of has usually disappeared by the time I get home.

I jump off my bed and race down the stairs, leaving my mother chuckling softly in my bedroom. I skid on the tiled floor in my slippers in to the kitchen, outstretching my arms like I'm surfing. Prim giggles airily as she grabs an ice lolly from the freezer and chucks it to me. I catch it and take a seat at the table, unwrapping it instantly and beginning to eat the flavoured ice. I check the time and swear under my breath.

'What was that, Kat?' Prim asks mockingly, arching one eyebrow.

'Nothing, Primmy. Gotta go, see you later,' I say, kissing her forehead lightly.

'Kat?' she says quietly.

'Yeah?'

'You're going to be a great mum,' she smiles shyly. I feel my heart swell and my tummy fills with happiness.

'Thanks, Primmy. Love you.'

'Love you too,' she whispers.

'KAT!' Madge yells. I snap out of my daydream and find Madge waving a hand directly in front of my face. Madge is my best friend, even though we're completely different. I'm from Seam Village, one of the more rundown places, whereas Madge lives in Town Street, which is full of huge houses and paradise gardens. We met on the first day of Play Group and have been inseparable since.

'Hello,' I say nervously, standing in front of a pretty girl with two blonde bunches and a pink dress with butterflies on. She turns around sharply, scanning me with her big blue eyes before plastering a huge smile on her face.

'Hello! I'm Madge Undersee. Who are you?' she says chirpily.

'Uh, Katniss Everdeen,' I reply, my voice quiet.

'I have a cat,' she says thoughtfully. 'Daddy let me name her. I called her Strawberry. I'm going to call you Kat.'

I smile at her. 'OK, Madgeypoo,' I say, and she giggles.

'Let's be best friends.'

'OK.'

'So, how's Splodgey?' she asks casually, flipping through a book she has on her lap.

'Who?!'

'Splodgey. You know,' she says, dropping her voice to a whisper, 'The baby.'

'Since when was it called Splodgey?' I ask.

'Since I named it that this morning. I don't want to call Splodgey 'it' anymore,' she says, as though it's the most obvious thing in the world.

'Right. Well, Splodgey is doing good this morning. Decided to make mummy sick but other than that, Splodgey was good,' I say.

'I'm really sorry about this whole thing, Kat,' she says sadly. I burst out laughing and she glares at me.

'What?' she asks defensively.

'Nothing, it's just that's the exact same thing my mum said to me this morning,' I choke out, and she laughs with me, both of us laughing till the librarian glares at us and we have to stifle our laughs.

'Come on Kat, we have to go to class.'

A/N: Like it? Love it? Hate it? Please review, it would mean the world to me!