It's a regular autumn day at District 12, baking goods with my father ,going out hunting with my mother, and spending some time with my little brother, but it turned out not to be such a day.
Right now I'm sitting in Grandpa Hamitch's couch with a broken ankle, a broken wrist, and a cut just above my brow line.
My brother isn't so pretty either due to the fact that he has sort of the same injuries I have.
Apparently my dad, Peeta, is having one of his "episodes" were he thinks my mom is trying to kill him.
My brother and I are trying to figure out what triggered him this time. "Jonah! I just thought of something!" I said to my 15 year old little brother.
"What?" He said. "What date is it today?" I asked. "November 7…" he answered slowly figuring out what day it was.
Today is the day in which my father first came from the capitol right after being high jacked and chocking my mother almost to death.
"And my hair!" I told him. "What about it?" He asked. "I have the same type of braid she had that day! Look!" I said turning around to show him.
"That's I'm sure what triggered him." He said looking at me with those eyes that resemble so much to our mother's. I undid it, I just had to.
"I hope he's okay." I said. "Yeah, most likely when mom finds him he's gonna blame it all on himself."
He said. Then our Grandfather came.
"Your mother just found your father and is trying to calm him and telling him that it wasn't his fault and that you two still love him and want to see him." Grandpa Haymitch said.
"Where are they?" My brother asked.