Chapter One:

I could hear screaming. I already know what it is though. My mom, Katniss Everdeen, is having very "frightful" nightmares. My father, Peeta Mellark, will be there to comfort her. This happens very often, almost every night. I'm used to it, though. It's about 2:30, and I'm here. Awake and listening to the horrifying screams and sobs my mother is making. My older brother Sebastian, or as I like to call him, Boggs, is probably sound asleep. Lucky I think. I've always had problems sleeping, ever since I was about seven. The doctors call it Insomnia. I think I get it from my mom. Ever since her first Games, and even before that, she's had terrible nightmares. They used to freak me out, but like I said, I'm used to it.

I walked over to my parent's room, and clearly, my mom has calmed down, since I don't hear anymore screaming or sobbing. I walk in the door, without surprising or scaring my parent's, since this has become a daily thing. My mother looks at me, her hair in a messy loose braid, face paler than ever and tears slowly filling her Seam gray eyes. "I'm so sorry, Eva. I didn't mean to wake you." She knows I was awake, though.

"It's alright mom, I wasn't even sleeping," I say quietly. My dad looks at me, with those soft blue eyes. He's a bit sweaty and his blonde hair is messy. His arms are wrapped around my mom, who is still a bit shaky from the nightmares.

"Come. Sit," my father said in a soothing and calming voice. His tone always seemed to be sweet and soft, never filled with rage or gloom. I already know what's coming. It's just another big speech from my dad about my mom's nightmares and then tons of apologies from my mother. Why did I even come? I think.

I sat in between my mom and dad. My mom is stroking my long black hair, while my dad is looking straight at my blue eyes. He takes a deep breath, and then begins. "I'm sorry about your mother's nightmares. But we have something very important to tell you."

What could it be? Is there something wrong with my mom? Will I have to go live in a foster home, while my mother, father and Sebastian go on a dangerous quest? Or maybe even an exciting journey? These thoughts just spin around in my head and I don't know what to think. I feel as if I'm about to pass out, until my mother began to speak. "I know it's not easy being a child of a victor –"

"Make that two," I whisper.

"Two victors and former Rebels," she continued. "But we will be having a special tour around all districts, thanking them for their hard work in taking down the Capitol. I don't want to go, and I wouldn't if I could. But since I was the Mockingjay, I must attend." I can see the sadness in her gray eyes. She must have thought it was over. Guess she was wrong.

They are forced to go on this tour, just like they were forced to become a rebel, and just like how my mother was forced to become the Mockingjay. Everything in my family is strictly forced. I hate it. I hate it with a burning passion. I hate being forced to do things, especially when it involves my family. They've been through enough and now they are expected to go on yet another tour. I want to scream and cry and curse all at the same time. But, I need to act strong for my parent's sake.

"Oh," I say without even thinking about it. What a dumb response. I could've thought of something better, but I can't since my thoughts are all jumbled up.

"There is some good news to this, though," my father says. "We will be in a special group where all the important Victors and Rebels and their children will be placed. So, that means, if you would like to go, you can."

"Sure." I can't believe the words that just came out of my mouth. There were so many more wiser and clever answer and I answered with a "Sure,"? You're so stupid, I thought to myself. I do want to go visit the Districts, though. Especially 11. That's where little Rue lived. My mother always talked about her. In fact, almost everything reminded her of Rue. But other than that, I honestly didn't want to go. Especially to the Capitol. That place freaks me out. I looked up at my mother, who was at first puzzled but now smiling.

"I'm glad you're excited to go," my mother shouted with joy. "I didn't think you would want to go after everything that has happened to us and the rest of the family and I was terrified to tell you and your father was telling how everything was going to be–"

"Mom, calm down," I say as calm as I can. "We will talk about this tomorrow. Oh, just one more thing. When's the trip?

"Sunday morning," my father said. He seemed a bit more relaxed than he was before. I guess he's relieved that I said I wanted to go on the tour.

"Alright then, I guess I should be going," I said tiredly. "Love you guys. Good night." I gave them both a kiss and walked to my room. I jumped to bed and rested there. "Sunday morning," I can hear my father say. Sunday is only two days away. I'm excited but nervous, all at the same time. I don't know what to expect out of this tour. Especially since some of the Victors and Rebels children will be going as well.

I lay there, without moving for a few minutes. Thinking about the tour and what's to come in the future until my mind drifted away and I shut my eyes close, falling asleep.