Well, here goes.

The characters of The Hunger Games Trilogy.

Sorry, I literally could not think of another title.

The Holiday

Part One

District 12

"Honestly, Annie," he griped at the stoplight. "You're getting paranoid."

This is what she got for dating someone from District 1.

Gloss, beautiful and golden, couldn't hide anything if his life depended on it. He lived, lavishly and lasciviously, because of his Romanesque features and the money provided to him by his acting career as well as his doting parents—socialites of their opulent district.

When they first met, Annie realized that they would make a great pair. She was driven; nothing but a PR intern for District 12's local businesses, but willing to go the extra mile to get an account. It had led her to District 1 where she began working as a PR rep for District 1's luxury goods, producing ground-breaking commercials and beautiful advertisements to elevate the already-rich.

It had been during one of those commercials that Annie Cresta met the handsome Gloss Marshall, actor and socialite.

Truthfully, his acting was shite but the man had a set of pecs and teeth that gleamed like the land he was born of.

Two years later, the shine had faded and so had the sex.

"I'm not being paranoid when I'm being approached by another actress," Annie replied, her focus on the phone in her hands. "This one is claiming you knocked her up."

Gloss made the turn into their street, driving into the open gate of their home of almost a year. Due to the increase in business profits, District 12 had constructed a neighborhood of luxury homes about twenty minutes away from the main part of town, aptly named Victors' Village.

The white-washed villa with its red stucco roof had been the one good thing that had come from the two moving in together. From its marbled entryway to the tall ceilings, it had been love at first sight for her. She immediately put down twice the listed down payment to ensure that she got the house before furnishing it with large, luxurious furniture and beautiful paintings from District 4.

Gloss turned off the car's engine, turning to look at her as she finished a text to Peeta, who was working on some music for her latest ad.

"What did you expect, Anne?" He only called her that when he was really annoyed with her—which seemed to be all the time. "Glimmer, at least, pays attention."

Annie put her phone into her leather Dior—a thank you from the company—before looking to him.

"So you know her name." She gave him a faux-simpering smile. "How sweet."

"You're a cold person, Annie Cresta," Gloss told her, his tone suddenly serious. "I've been trying to break you for so long, but there's something hiding behind all that pretty."

She snorted loudly. "And, what would I be hiding?"

"That you have no heart. I mean, you can't even cry," the man before her simply stated. "And, because of this, I'm choosing Glimmer and our baby. I want to be loved and you, Annie Cresta, have no capability of doing that."

Annie swallowed, surprised by the emotion that his words brought out. However, she would not…could not…allow someone like Gloss to break her.

Plus, it was bad for business.

So after a deep but quiet breath, Annie reached over and removed the key from the ignition before reaching into Gloss' annoyingly fitted jeans.

Gloss growled in protest. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Keys. I expect you to send someone for your things."

He stared at her in disbelief. "Where am I going to stay?"

"Not my problem." Annie threw the keys into her bag. "You have a phone. Call a Lyft, call an Uber, but be off my property in an hour."

"You fucking bitch—"

She was already slamming the car door in his face and strolling towards her front door, ignoring Gloss' litany of expletives for her.

It wasn't like Annie had not heard them before.

District 4

Katniss Everdeen smoothed down her hair, taking a deep breath, and smiling into the small mirror that she kept on her desk in her small office. She hoped that she looked alright; her dress had cost a fortune—but, Cato liked blue.

So, blue she wore.

"Oh God."

Swiveling, Katniss found Johanna, gossip columnist for the Panem Gazette, standing at her doorway.

"Babe, what are you doing?" The woman walked in, clucking at the dress. "It fits you beautifully, as all things do with that figure of yours, but that blue washes you out."

"That is not true," Katniss protested. "Cato said—"

"'Cato said'…'Cato wants'…" Johanna mocked before shaking her head. "That man is no good for you. You always think he's going to change, but he won't. He's a fucking moron."

Katniss felt her defenses flare. "He is extremely intelligent…and very considerate…" She looked down at her badly self-done manicure. "I mean, we would probably be going to this Christmas party, but I texted him just once about it."

Johanna threw her hands up. "Are you seriously blaming yourself for him not calling you to ask?"

"No! I just—" She shook her head and sighed. "You wouldn't understand, Johanna."

Her friend knelt in front of her. "Then make me understand. Make me understand why you, Katniss Everdeen, talented photographer and artist, are not important enough to be called."

Katniss struggled, her words stuck in her throat. She knew deep down that Johanna was right. However, whenever she mustered up enough strength, Cato was there with his disarming charm and startlingly beautiful eyes.

The first time she met him—to take his employee photograph—her heart had been his.

"I don't know." Katniss gave her friend a weak smile. "But, he'll make up for it. He always does."

There was a knock at the doorway and her heart leapt seeing Cato resting against it in a lean grey suit.

"Speak of the devil," Johanna muttered before standing up. "Hey Cato."

"Johanna," he replied evenly before beaming at Katniss. "Mind if we talk, love?"

"Of course," Katniss breathed. "Johanna was just leaving."

Her friend crossed her arms. "I was?"

"You were." Katniss pleaded with her friend silently. "Caesar said that he had some news for you."

"Oh, okay."

Johanna headed out—but not before giving her the finger behind Cato's back.

Once they were alone, Katniss turned her whole attention to Cato, who was now looking through her photographs.

"These are gorgeous," he told her, stopping on a picture of the two of them at the beach. "Can I take this one?"

"Sure." Reaching into her knitted purse, she handed him a wrapped box. "Merry Christmas."

Cato was visibly flush as he took the present.

"Oh. I didn't know we were doing the whole gift exchange today. Your present is…at my apartment."

Katniss waved her hand easily. "It's fine. Next time."

He walked over, flicking her chin gently before lifting it so their eyes could meet. "You really are a sweet thing, aren't you?" Her mouth went dry at his penetrating stare. "We should talk—after the party."

"Yes, of course."

Kissing her forehead, Cato helped her stand. "We should get into the main room. Caesar is about to begin his holiday party speech."

She chuckled. "I'm not sure that I want to hear it."

Together, they walked to the room. Among the mess of desks and tinsel were her inebriated co-workers already knee-deep in their liquor. Katniss waved to a group of her co-workers who beckoned her over.

"Hey, Cato. Do you want to—"

He was nowhere to be found.

"Katniss!" Johanna approached her, something in her stare. "We need to talk—now!"

"I just got here," she replied, her eyes suddenly focusing on the tight line of her friend's lips. "What's wrong?"

"Katniss Everdeen!" Caesar Flickerman, editor-in-chief of Panem Gazette, glided over, the whites of his teeth nearly blinding her. "I need you to get a photograph for an announcement."

Nodding, she went into the supply closet to her left where the cameras were. "Of course, sir."

Johanna followed. "I need to talk to you about this announcement—"

"Of course, she'll need to talk to you, Miss Mason," Caesar responded. "You'll be working on this proposal piece together."

"A Christmas proposal?" Katniss turned on the digital camera and smiled to herself. "Now that's romantic."

Caesar led her through the crowd as she adjusted the aperture of the lens. "We will be the first to report this engagement since it is between two people in our staff!"

"Oh really? Who?"

"Everyone!" Caesar walked to the glowing couple; she, petite and dark-haired with the stunning diamond on her left ring finger and he, golden-haired and everything a modern-day prince would be. "I would like to announce the engagement of two of our senior staff members—Clove Danielle and Cato Scott!"

The room burst into loud applause as the couple was toasted by Caesar.

Katniss felt something fall into the pit of her stomach.

She thought, maybe, it might be her heart.

District 12

"So here are the pictures for the Spring leather line." Thresh, Annie's photo editor, placed the photos in front of her before joining her at the conference table. "What do you think?"

She rifled through the set, settling on a golden-haired model with the brightest blue eyes that she had ever seen.

Whenever inspiration hit, something zinged inside her and she could see everything falling into place.

This girl was going to be the face of District 1's luxury line.

"Her." She handed the photo to Thresh before standing and grabbing her laptop. "Can you change the time of day? Like, make it around sunset?" Annie sat down next to him as he opened up Photoshop to fix the coloration. She watched him adjust the background behind the girl until it was a richly-hued orange. "Beautiful. Now make the bathing suit black...and contour that edge…perfect!"

"What masterpiece did you just create?" Her assistant, Rue, entered the room with bottled water and snacks. She looked at the newly-edited photo on the screen. "Those eyes!"

"Looks great, right?" Annie replied. "She's sexy but in the most natural way possible. I wanted to play on her eyes so we're focusing on that and not her other attributes. Then right at the bottom of this ad: 'All Nature, All Natural—District 1 Leather'."

Thresh gave her a hearty round of applause and she bowed dramatically.

"Thank you…thank you…" She let out a breath. "So I think we're done for the rest of December. Both of you get out of here and enjoy your breaks."

Rue looked at her in concern. "What are you going to do? I don't want you to sit here at home and wonder why Gloss is such a turd."

"You're nineteen," Annie told her affectionately. "You need to stop worrying about sad Annie Cresta and go have a Christmas romance."

"You're not helping your case," Thresh added. "I've known you for years. You're going to sit in this house, drink, and then call me asking why you have the inability to show emotion."

Annie bristled at the accuracy. "Then what am I going to do?"

"You're going to get on Amazon and order a lot of cheese wheels."

She looked at the basket of French cheeses that had just arrived that morning before looking to Thresh.

"We hang out too much," she declared. "Both of you get out of here. I promise you will not be getting any cheeses or chocolates from me."

The baskets had already been delivered to their apartments—not that they needed to know that.

"Alright, we're leaving!" Rue hugged her. "Happy Holidays, Annie."

"Merry Christmas, Rue." Annie pulled away, handing her assistant a long red envelope. "Enjoy your Paris trip."

Rue yelped, pulling her into one more tight embrace. "You're the best!" She grabbed her bag and ran towards the front door. "I'm going to Paris!"

"You really made her day," Thresh said with a laugh. "You really going to be alright?"

"I told you I'm fine. Now go—" Annie ushered the man towards the front door. "—or else I'm taking back the bonus check that I stuck in your messenger bag."

Thresh gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. "You really are the best."

After the final click of the door, Annie walked back into the alcove of her study. She looked over the photo of the young girl with the sunny smile. Thresh took the photo in District 4 and had regaled her with tales of the beautiful weather as well as its picturesque beaches.

Sitting in front of her laptop, Annie opened her browser, her fingers resting on the keys before quickly typing her inquiry.

"District 4 rentals…"

Pressing the Enter key, she felt a zing rush through her when a beautiful beach cottage with red window shutters caught her eye. It was right on the shore, encircled by a white picket fence, with a seashell walkway and a flowered archway leading to the front door.

Immediately, Annie began to type a greeting to the owner.

Something told her that this was going to be good.

District 4

Katniss had been crying for two days.

Thank God that the office had closed up for the holidays. She no longer had to be there and face the pitying looks from Johanna nor the indifferent stares from Cato.

Sitting on her couch, Katniss wiped the snot from her nose before tossing the tissue onto her coffee table. On the radio, Mariah Carey brightly sang, "Because every time I see Christmas lights
I feel this burn inside…and I just can't take it…"

She couldn't take it.

Cato was getting married.

He wasn't just getting married; he was getting married to the crème de la crème. Clove was not only beautiful and intelligent, she was unbelievably kind to everyone. When Katniss started hyperventilating during the party, Clove had sat with her until Johanna found a paper bag for her to breathe in.

How could she ever compare to someone like Clove?

Katniss was ordinary; dark hair and dark eyes, a ruddy, olive complexion and no existence of breasts. She was the middle child, stuck between an unbelievably good-looking brother and a statuesque younger sister. They were all close and Katniss adored her siblings, but she couldn't help but feel inferior whenever she was around them.

She might as well take a long dip in the ocean the way her life was going.

"Oh, what the hell are you talking about?" Katniss shook her head. "Snap out of it."

Ding!

She reached for her laptop, quickly reading the message: 'Hi. I was wondering if your home was available to rent for two weeks.'

Katniss replied promptly: 'Yes, but it is only available for house swaps.'

'House swap? What's that?'

Buttercup, her sister's cat, suddenly jumped on the couch next to her, giving her a plaintive meow.

"I'll feed you in a second. Shoo!"

Katniss typed her reply as Buttercup sauntered off.

'We switch houses…cars…lives….' She paused for a moment before continuing. 'I'm Katniss, by the way.'

'Nice to meet you. I'm Annie.' There was a pause. 'Your home is lovely.'

'Thanks. It's close to my family and, of course, beautifully picturesque.'

Katniss looked around her cozy home; it wasn't the Ritz, but it was her safe haven from everything. Here, she could cry her eyes out, feel like a total loser, eat Rocky Road ice cream to her heart's content, and after a good night's sleep, face the day with a slight smile on her face.

However, this very night, it had become a cage reminding her of her failed relationship—could she even call it that?

'Can I ask you a question?'

Katniss tapped her response, 'Of course.'

'Are there any men there?'

She was surrounded by nothing but sand and her crippling self-confidence so she wrote back assuredly:

'No. None whatsoever.'

Annie's response was immediate.

'Would tomorrow be too soon?'

Katniss pushed through the crowded aisle of the airplane, her carry-on in one hand and her purse in the other. With her meager savings and what was left on her credit card, she managed to scrounge together a ticket to District 12.

She breathed in the thick air, trying to calm the fluttering in her chest. Was she really doing this? Crossing the country to the lush forests of District 12?

Since the economy had gone up in the once-waning District 12, it was now known for its large homes and celebrity residents like Beetee Latier, the renowned sci-fi author and Plutarch Heavenbee, the Capitol's well-known television producer.

Grimacing at the tight, middle aisle, Katniss shuffled herself into the center seat before plopping down with a labored breath.

She was really doing this. She was leaving District 4 for the first time—disappearing, actually.

Everyone probably thought she was crazy and for good reason.

There was a beep on her phone and Katniss looked to the screen: 'I heard you're taking off…I get that the news took you by surprise, but we should talk.'

Steeling herself, she let out a shallow breath before typing her last message to Cato.

'I need to do this. I don't want to talk…I just need to fall out of love with you.'

Annie felt the jostle of the Mercedes Limousine as her driver took a sharp turn. It had been a long flight though she had comfortably slept in her first-class cocoon. However, dreams of Gloss had filled her head along with the goodbye to her 'perfect' life.

She had thought she had it all. What utter bullshit.

"Ma'am, we've arrived."

Annie pulled the sleeping mask off her eyes, looking to the driver and then to her window.

There was nothing but sand dunes.

"Damn it. I've been screwed, haven't I?"

"Not at all, ma'am," the driver informed her. "The cottage is actually over the dunes."

She looked down at her stilettos—Jimmy Choo's and just paid for with her bonus from District 1.

"I am not walking up that."

Stepping out of her taxi, Katniss stared up at the mansion in front of her. She had been surprised as the cab drove into Victors' Village, but she nearly fainted as they pulled into the biggest of the neighborhood's homes.

"Holy fuck," she gasped, stepping onto the porch and keying in the code below the key socket that Annie had told her.

There was a click and Katniss turned the knob before pushing the door open.

The inhuman squeal escaping her mouth echoed through the marbled entryway.

Her eyes went to the beautiful chandelier above her and then on the dual staircase leading upstairs. She dropped her luggage in the entryway and jetted off to the right. The living room was large, full of mocha-colored furniture, plush as marshmallows. The wall to the far end was full of Blu-Ray movies as well as vintage records, just like her father had.

The room next to it was a den with a long mahogany table and a PC on the desk adjacent to it. Her eyes went to the large painting and she grinned to herself—even if she wasn't in District 4, a part of home was still with her.

To the left was the dining room with a large round table; this time it was cherry wood with matching chairs. A record player was set up in the corner next to the long bar—fully stocked, of course. It seemed that Annie was an entertainer of sorts.

The kitchen was all steel, but warm and inviting. Pots and pans hung above the marble island and Katniss took an apple from the woven fruit basket at its center.

Midway through her chewing, something else caught her eye.

A pool.

A clear blue pool for her to do laps right outside the kitchen door. There was water in District 4, of course, but it wasn't swimmable. The currents were rough and only fishing boats ventured the tumultuous waves.

Fishing boats and her brother, actually.

Yawning, Katniss threw the apple into the labeled compost basket and headed upstairs.

Into Nirvana.

The bedroom was mostly the bed, pristine and white, with a large, downy comforter and plush king-sized pillows.

With a triumphant yell, Katniss jumped onto the bed.

It was perfect.

It was horrible.

Not only had the driver refused to drive her to the cottage, he had left Annie to climb the massive sand dunes with her two very heavy pieces of luggage.

Annie was under the impression that she was healthy. At least, that's what her trainer told her. However, the fact that she was breathing so heavily as she neared the cottage told her otherwise.

Catching her breath, her eyes turned to the shore; the white sand was smooth and the air was salty, the taste of the ocean in its undertones. Finally rested, she looked at the small wood carved sign that read Primrose Cottage on the picket fence and gaze up at the house.

It was even more picturesque than in the photos.

Annie made her way up the seashell walkway towards the porch. It was done by hand; Katniss obviously took pride in her home and it showed. The key was under the mat as instructed. Taking the ornate key, she unlocked the door pushing the heavy door open with her shoulder.

Annie breathed in the scent of apples and cinnamon, warmth filling her body despite the chill of the sea wind coming into the cottage. The place was small, but cozy. To her right was the living room with a single dark green couch, knitted blankets to one side, and to the other side was an alcove with a writing desk and an easel placed in its corner. The kitchen was right through the open doorway and fit a table with two chairs, but nothing else.

Now she just had to figure out how to get her luggage up the tiny stairs—

The door next to the kitchen doorway abruptly opened with a bang, steam escaping as a tall towel-clad man stepped out.

"Katniss, you're out of shampoo—" Sea-green eyes widened at her shocked form. "Who the hell are you?"

With her quick reflexes, Annie pulled off her stiletto, raising the heel above her head. "Who are you?"

"I'm Finnick, Katniss' brother," the man informed her tersely. He pushed his damp hair from his face, revealing sculpted cheekbones and a strong jaw cradling beautifully-shaped lips. Finnick reached for a picture frame on a nearby shelf, handing it to her with one hand and holding his towel around the waist with the other. "See? That's us with our sister, Prim."

Annie looked at the photo of the siblings; Finnick stood to the left with his arm around a familiar-looking blonde in a white graduation gown. Next to the graduate was a raven-haired woman with beautiful grey eyes.

"The model…" Her eyes focused on the blonde. She was the model in the District 1 leather ad—the one with the bright blue eyes. "This girl in the middle is Katniss?"

"No, that's Prim," he explained. "Katniss is brunette."

"Oh…it's nice to put a face to a name." Annie smiled; Katniss looked like a lovely person. "You all look nothing alike."

"That's because we're stepsiblings," Finnick said, still eyeing her. "Yet, you haven't explained your presence."

"Oh, yeah. I'm Annie Cresta." She placed the picture down before holding her hand out. "Your sister and I did a house swap, so she's in District 12 and I am here."

Finnick was remarkably handsome. Tall, fit—judging from what the towel wasn't covering—and he carried himself with an air of confidence that many lacked.

"Hmm…she did text but I was busy with my gi—" He stopped, shaking out of his stupor and recovering to shake her hand. "Once again, I'm Finnick Odair, Katniss' wayward brother, who often comes to her place to wash up after swims."

Annie nodded, giving him an awkward smile.

They lapsed into silence.

"Hey Finnick?"

He beamed at her. "Yes?"

Shit, he was handsome.

"Can you put some clothes on?" Her face was getting hotter by the second. "Like, now?"

So far, everything had been idyllic.

Katniss woke up from a nap, settling on the back balcony to watch the sunset with a glass of wine. It was a thing to behold; the orange light filtering through the thicket of trees. The grey district was getting colder and she relished in the thought that she might actually get to see snow for the first time.

Walking downstairs, she went into the living room to look through the Blu-Ray movies trying to see what she might want to watch. After gathering a stack, Katniss placed them down—she had her entire holiday to go through Annie's collection.

She looked at the next section where the records were stacked. Most of them were soundtracks, many obscure but one of them caught her eye immediately. It was from a movie that she, Prim, and Finnick used to watch as kids.

"Record player…" There was one in the dining room, but that was way across.

Her searching eyes went to the corner where a long cabinet beckoned her.

Moving close, Katniss lifted the top and found a turntable. It was a vintage console record player in pristine condition. Carefully taking the record from its sleeve, she placed it on the turntable and as it began to spin, she set the needle to the outermost edge.

Katniss settled on the couch, pulling a mink blanket over her lap and taking one of the magazines off the coffee table. She flipped through a magazine, letting out a squeal when a gorgeous photo of Prim was revealed in the middle of it.

Prim's eyes never looked so blue. God, she envied Prim's perfect model body. No one could pull off a leather bathing suit—except for her little sister.

Which was funny because Prim was as innocent as they came. She had just turned eighteen and began modeling to pay for university. As far as Katniss and Finnick knew, there were no boyfriends that Prim even considered bringing to the cottage for sibling inspection.

There was a buzz and she looked at the phone on the side table. The screen flashed FRONT GATE.

"Oh crap." Katniss quickly pushed the speaker button. "H-Hello?"

The smooth voice called out through the speaker, "Hey Annie? It's Peeta. Open the gate!"

"Uh…this isn't Annie…wait, let me figure out how to open this." Katniss pressed the succession of buttons as instructed on the phone. It made a high pitched beep. "Oh, I was supposed to hang up first. Oh, fuck—"

Hanging up the phone, she repeated the instructions before pulling on a pair of boots and opening the front door. A sleek black car was parked in the driveway and a blond man hopped out of it, flashing her an apologetic smile.

"God, I'm sorry!" Katniss burst out. "I didn't mean to curse at you. I'm just figuring out the whole gate situation." The man peered at her in amusement as she babbled. Finally, Katniss held out her hand. "I'm Katniss Everdeen. I'm staying here for the time being."

The man grinned at her, blue eyes sparking. "I'm Peeta Mellark. I work with Annie as a composer and wanted to pick up the demo that I lent her."

She nodded, impressed. "Orchestral music?"

Peeta flushed. "No, mostly advertising. Some soundtracks—"

"I saw my baby, crying hard as babe could cry
What could I do
My baby's love had gone
And left my baby blue
Nobody knew…"

"Are you listening to 'Magic Dance'?" he asked in pleased surprise. "I mean, I just haven't heard this soundtrack in ages."

"Bowie is Bowie," Katniss informed him. "Plus, Labyrinth was a favorite childhood movie of me and my siblings." She took a deep breath, feeling the fresh cool air of the trees surrounding the neighborhood and found Peeta staring at her. "Sorry. It's just that I live in District 4 and the weather never feels like this. I mean, this makes Christmas feel a little bit more—"

"Real," Peeta finished for her.

His eyes were truly breathtaking, not the sky blue of her sister's eyes but more of an ocean blue, the shade of it similar to the sea after a storm. He was broad and just tall enough for her to wear kitten heels—which she preferred to wear.

"Exactly," she responded breathlessly.

Something wet suddenly licked her nose.

Peeta chuckled before reaching. "Looks like you're in for a treat." He pointed to the sky. "It's snowing."

"Oh!" Katniss reached her hands out in excitement. "I've never seen snow!" She laughed out into the frosty air before catching his admiring gaze. "I must look like a damn idiot."

Peeta shook his head. "No, you look like a lovely…damn idiot." He looked around as the snow began to fall in a slow caressing dance. "District 12 is just that kind of magical. After the first snow, anything could happen."

She grinned. "I like that."

The passenger door opened and a petite blonde woman stepped out. "Peeta, are you ready?"

"Coming, Delly," Peeta replied as the woman joined them and took his hand. "This is Delly."

Katniss shook the woman's hand. "Nice to meet you. I'm Katniss." She looked back at the open door before turning to the couple. "I should get inside before it gets crazy out here, but I'll ask Annie's assistant if she knows where the demo is."

"No problem," Peeta told her. "I'll call another time." He winked at her before heading to the car and opening the door for Delly. "See you around, Snow Princess!"

She let out a chuckle. "I'll see you around, Peeta."

With a final smile as the beginning strains of 'As The World Falls Down' began, Peeta stepped into the car.

Katniss watched the car drive out the front gate, arms wrapped around herself.

Her gaze went to the house across the street where an older man was sorting through his mail. Their eyes met briefly and she waved, giving him a bright smile.

He grimaced before going to his front door and disappearing into his home, a singular light turning on in the front window.

Oh well, Katniss would get him later.

Like Peeta said—anything could happen.

After one last breath of her first snow, Katniss went back into the house.

End of Part One

So this is supposed to be (I hope) three parts and should be finished by the end of December.

I hope you're enjoying so far. I feel like it would've been easy to make Annie play the Kate Winslet part and Katniss to do the Cameron Diaz role because it would play more into their respective personalities. On the other hand, seeing as I am not Suzanne Collins, who's to say what kind of personality Annie had prior to the Games?

Also, this is a lot more fun, don't you think?

I took some liberties with the storyline as you can tell but, at the heart, it is the same.

Also, can you tell that I'm a bit of a Labyrinth fan? I've actually been to a singalong and everything. There are a few more soundtracks that we'll be exploring as Peeta is into soundtracks as well. We'll leave the old black and whites to the man across the street who you'll meet in the next part. I'm pretty sure you know who he is.

Prim is a bit of a cutie, isn't she? I haven't quite decided on whether she'll make an appearance in the chapters but you'll definitely see her in person by the end.

Songs:

"Oh Santa"-Mariah Carey

"Dance Baby"-David Bowie and the cast of the Labyrinth

Next: The neighbor and the sleepover

Until then, JLaLa