Prim's point of view:

It has been one month since Katniss's return from the arena. Yet still every morning I wake up and sprint downstairs to check if there were any deaths in the 74th Hunger Games. I'm still in the mind-set that Kat and Peeta are still there.

I love my sister more than anything but the way she has ignored Peeta since her return from the arena. I would be lying if I said I wasn't disappointed in her but of course I would never say that to her face, after all she's been through ,I have no right.

I however, see Peeta regularly. He is teaching me how to frost primroses onto cookies and how to make nut and raisin buns. Some days I spend good four hours with him backing, drawing or just chatting, mostly about how Katniss is coping. I can see he loves her and the hurt in his face when I say she has no intention of speaking to him is definitely real.

He is just so lovely; I cannot understand how Katniss has the will power to stay away from him! They are so perfect together. I know for a fact that there is such a thing as soul mates, my mother and farther, soul mates, Hezelle and the late Mr. Hawthrone, soul mates and Katniss and Peeta, the very definition of soul mates.

Whilst Katniss was away I grew very close with Rory Hawthrone. He helped me through it. I originally thought Gale would be my shoulder to cry on, but he spent most of his time mopping in the woods and probably only said 10 words to me and mother since Katniss's interview with Ceaser Flickerman.

Rory would hold my hand when Katniss was on screen and when something was too much I would throw my arms around his neck, bury my face in the crook of his neck and he would hold me until I was brave enough to face the screen again.

As the days passed we grew closer and closer. My heart leaped whenever I saw him. We sat together at lunch and in class at school and he would walk me all the way home every day and when I left in the morning he would be waiting for me by our front gate.

The day Katniss and Peeta was crowned victor was the happiest day of my life because of two major reasons. The first being that my sister was coming home and the second because when the two of them were pulled into that hovercraft, Rory kissed me full on the mouth. One of his arms snaked around my waist and the other held him upright. He pulled me so close to him, it was as if he was worried that I would run away. Anyway, his arm supporting us slipped and I was suddenly on top of him. But did this break our kiss? Hell no. we carried on our blissful kiss for a good quarter of an hour and neither of our mothers or Gale noticed a thing, even though we were around a meter in front of them. Crazy or what?

Since Katniss's return I have to sneak out if I want to see Rory. We arrange a time and place in school before hand and make an excuse to our mothers for us leaving the house. Me being the more trusted of the Everdeen daughters and an excellent liar, my family never suspect a thing.

Today we have decided to meet at half five, by the tree behind the Mellark bakery. We meet up there a lot. Peeta is almost never there, his father and brothers don't seem to care and his mother, she is always either busy behind the counter or staring out of the front window towards the victors village with a sullen look on her face. She is probably imagining all the creative ways to snap my sister neck.

I leave the house, telling my mother that I am going to see my maths teacher about moving up to a higher class, this is true but he told me I was moving up yesterday lunch time.

I practically sprint out of the victor's village and towards the main high street. When the bakery is in sight I stop to straighten my light blue dress that I had put on especially for the occasion. Now Katniss is a victor I don't have to make do with old hand-me-downs.

I catch a glimpse of my reflection in the sweet shop window; my blond hair reaches the bottom of my shoulder blades and seems to be made of solid gold in the sunlight. I compare myself to the little girl chosen at the reaping last year, it's only been 3 months but I have aged at least two year.

Maybe this is why I am with Rory at the age of 12. Maybe I have matured to the age of a 14 or 15 year old quicker than I should off. I shake my head to clear it before I get too lost in this thought.

As I speed walk past the front of the bakery I see Wheat and Rye, Peeta's older brothers, arguing. They don't notice as I slip round the side of the building and past the pig pen.

I see Rory leaning against the tree where Peeta threw Katniss the bread that saved our lives. I like it when Rory and I meet up here; I have always associated this place with love.

Rory smiles at me and wraps me in a small embrace. I can hear him tacking n the smell of my hair and his grip tightens.

"How are you?" he asks, pulling away. His hand reaches out for mine and our finger entwine.

"I'm great. Yourself?" I ask, a little more formal than I usually do.

"Amazing now you're here" this makes me blush like crazy. Seriously, you could fry an egg on my cheeks right now!

I smile at him and he seems pretty pleased with himself. "Come on beautiful, I have something I want to show you"