Author's note: Ok, so I realize that the whole, "Katniss and Peeta's kids having to go back into the Games" thing might be a bit overdone. But I promise mine will be different from all the others. So, happy reading! :D
-Blay
One could guess that it was a fabulous, whirl-wind life being the Mockingjay's son. And I guess that person would be right in a sense. My parents attend a lot of parties and political events. We always have a lot of people over and they're always going somewhere, or have something to do. But to me, I wish my life was normal, or as normal as it could be. People might think that it's a life of ease, being who I am. But those people are wrong. It's really the exact opposite. My dad having flashbacks and my mother staying silent for days at a time. There's a lot of stress in our home. There's a thin line that threatens to break at any moment, and the second it breaks. BOOM, there goes my family. But I know the one thing keeping my family together.
Love.
That's what's keeping us together. And I hope and pray on a daily basis that it will be enough.
My mother worries a lot. She has a just cause to. I just wish she wouldn't. Ever since the Games started up again, she's been a different person. She's been distant, and terse. I miss the way she used to be, smiling and laughing, always saying the right things to make me feel better. Now it's a miracle if she speaks at all. I understand her silence though, I really do.
She's been through so much, and come out with so little, yet again, what little she does have is threatened.
The war she lead against the Capitol all those years ago, all the lives lost during it, were in vain.
The Capitol has reinstated itself. And the Games are back.
The Games that my mother fought so hard to survive in.
The Games that she fought so valiantly to get rid of.
Are back.
And I may be a part of them.
The reaping is tomorrow.
At the age of 16, I will have 5 entries.
I know there is a strong possibility of me being reaped.
Of me going into the Games.
It used to be that the title of "Everdeen-Mellark" would keep me safe.
Now, it's most likely a death sentence.
I know the Capitol wants to make my parents pay for what they did.
For all the trouble they caused.
And the best way to make them pay?
Send their child into the Games.
I will be shocked if I don't get reaped tomorrow.
As soon as it was announced that the Games where back, I knew that I would be the tribute for District 12.
I know it's supposed to be "random".
But I know it won't be.
Not with the Children of the Rebellion involved.
I find it strange how calm I am.
You would think that I would be freaking out.
But no.
I feel strangely calm.
You would think that I would be worried about tomorrow.
But again, no.
I'm not worried.
As soon as my parents found out about the Games. They started training me.
They knew just as well as I did that there was a strong chance of me being picked for the Games.
So, instead of being worried about tomorrow.
I'm confident.
I am the Mockingjay's son after all.