When I wake up, the house feels different. I realise that instead of the smell of dad cooking, there's screams, loud and shrill. They're coming from mum's room. I creep along the landing and peer through mum and dad's door. They're lying on the bed, mum shaking violently in dad's arms. He's whispering into mum's ear, and every so often, she nods and blinks her eyes as if to wipe away the tears. If you didn't already guess, my parents are Katniss and Peeta Mellark; I'm the daughter of the star-crossed lovers of District 12, daughter of the victors, rebels, survivors. Mum gave me and y brother long 'meaningful' (as she says) names... Mine is Baylyn Primrose Adena Mellark. Dad says Baylyn means creative and enjoyment of the outdoors, Primrose was the name of my aunt, before she died, and Adena meant girl on fire; which, according to dad, mum was.
My 12-year-old brother's name is Asher Cinna Kenneth Mellark - Asher means blessed, Cinna was the name of mum's stylist, Kenneth means fire god, and of course, Mellark is our last name.
Mum's eyes flicker up suddenly and they lock on mine. Sometimes I wish I had silver-grey eyes like mum, and my brother, instead of my electric blue eyes like dad's. But never mind that now. Mum takes a deep breath then whispers,
'Baylyn, sweetie, can you come in here a sec?' I widen my eyes, then stand up and walk in. She pats the side of the bed next to her and crawl under the duvet next to her. Then it's dad's turn to speak.
'Honey, how much do you know about the hunger games and the rebellion?' He asks in a soft voice.
'Uh... well, everything about the Hunger Games; grandpa Haymitch showed me the video of your games...' For a second I see a flick of anger in mum's eyes but she breathes and motions for me to carry on.
'But, um, not much about the rebellion. Well, I know about 13 and stuff, but other than that, nothing.'
Mum and dad stare at eachother for a second, nod simultaneously, then dad reaches under the bed and pulls out a wooden chest. Mum takes a key from a chain around her neck and unlcoks the chest, then dad hands me a book from it...
A/N: Hey guys, this is my first fanfic I've ever written so please please review, constructive criticism is welcome! Just remember, I love you all! Reviews will help me continue writing, know if I'm good enough! If you have any ideas please say and I might use them!
