BTW Finnick and Annie's child is a girl (Ariana)

I've always been an outcast, but never needed help making friends if you can understand that. I mean, I was the kid that people looked at as different but still managed to let in. My dad and I have always been close as to my mom and me, who tend to be distant. I was petrified when the kids and my class told me that I should play 'Katniss' in the school play: The Hunger Games. I knew that was my moms name and that her and my dad had played a big role in them but they never went into much detail about it. Until that day, my dad told me everything on the condition that I didn't tell my little brother Rory. His full name is Rory-Cinna Mellark but we call him Rory. Like me, my full name is Primrose Rue Mellark but everyone calls me Rose. Dad wanted to call me Prim but mom said no, guess it brought up bad memories or something. I didn't understand how the kids in my class could have fun re-enacting people's deaths. Especially when my mother woke up screaming at 2-oclock in the morning, and my dad had to dig is nails into his arms just to keep from losing it sometimes. My name is Rose Mellark and this is my story.

12-23-78

Christmas was on the way and I hadn't asked for much from my family. My school has been out for 4 days already, and we won't be back in for another 5. Our Christmas tree is in the living room next to the hearth with heart shaped ornaments that had pictures of those who have died and on the middle and bottom are pictures of our existing family. On the top we have an angel with a picture of a blonde-headed girl that looks exactly like me and has the same name as me, she is my aunt Prim. Uncle Gale and Aunt Delly are coming over with Uncle Haymitch and Aunt Effie. Uncle Haymitch and Aunt Effie have 2 children: Caleb who is 10 and Madge is 4. Uncle Gale and Aunt Johanna have A LOT of kids, there's 7 in total. They're oldest is 17 and the youngest is 2. I know 3 of them closely, Poppy who is 14 (like me), Gabriella who is 5 and Tyson who is 16. Big family right?

On my way home, my best friend Ariana stops me, her green eyes sending daggers threw her boyfriend Darius as he lets go of her hand and runs off towards the central part of district 12.

"Guess what?!" she squeals "What?" I tease "You're supposed to guess num-chuck!" "Whatever well Darius kissed me today!" "Cool" Is all I say. Obviously disappointed with my response she runs away towards some other group of girls. Oh how I wanted a boyfriend! My dad always told me I was beautiful but I never saw it, I mean I'm pleased with m appearance, long, wavy blonde hair, blue eyes, clear face and had a nice figure for my age. I am considered kind ad people tend to like me, not to sound conceded.

I hang my slump my bag next to the door in the kitchen just as my brother Rory runs off towards mom. "Can you bring me hunting now?" he cheers wrapping his skinny arms around her legs. "Hey Rose" says Dad pulling out of his studio. "Hey". Just then the timer buzzes. "Dinner's ready" He says. Rory pouts as dad pulls a fresh loaf of still-warm-bread out of its bag and a cooked turkey Mom must have shot out of the oven.

"Well go hunting after darling" Mom says rubbing Rory's head and kissing his cheek. Good I think maybe dad can finally give me that lesson on drawing shadows! But to my disappointment Dad had to go Aunt Annie's house to deliver our presents for little Finn. "Can I come?" I pleaded wanting to see Finn. "No silly then you'll know what I got you!" He teases back.

I slump down at the desk in my room and stare at my chem. Homework. After an hour I give up on problem 17 and shove my notebook back into my bath binder. Whatever I'll get the answer from Ariana I think. After Dad leaves there's nothing left for m to do but wait so I make due with watching TV. I flip to channel 5. My mother is standing on a porch in front of a huge mansion with an old man I can't quite place and an old lady. She doesn't look much different from now only her hair seems to be cut at un-even lengths. I know I shouldn't be watching this for it brings up painful thoughts in my parents but I can't help myself. The anchor talks about ' The Mockingjay' a term I recognize from the school history books my parents don't want me reading. My mothers name I Katniss Mellark but they keep referring to her as Katniss Everdeen or the girl on fire. Everdeen is the name that is on the grave outside our house that has Primroses all around it and flowers that Dad and I painted covering the stone.

"Katniss and Peeta now have two children one a 14-year-old daughter named Primrose Rue Mellark and 7-year-old boy named Rory Cinna Mellark they all live in district 12 currently" The anchor says as a picture of Rory, Mom, Dad and I standing in the meadow appears on the screen. That same picture is hung above our door, Dad loves it. How do they know so much about us? Truthfully people do give my family and I kind smiles or waves even the occasional autograph signing. I know my parents are like major celebrities for they're role in The Hunger Games but why must they broad cast or personal lives? These are the things that my parents don't tell us.

My dad's familiar footsteps echo threw the house and I quickly switch the TV, but don't have time to move. "Hey Rose" he says glancing my way. I can tell he doesn't really look at me or he would know what happened in a minute. "Hey Daddy" He holds a brown paper bag that's overloaded with groceries. "Shopping?" I ask "Just stalking up for Christmas" He replies starting to put the food away. I join him and put away the dairy. "Is Nana in 12 yet?" I ask. My mom's mother or Nana is flying in for Christmas. She is supposed to arrive tonight.

"Yes she is on her way over now" He replies "Great!" I cheer. I see him smile like he always doe when im happy. "Oh Rose?" He says snapping back into reality. "Yes Daddy" I reply trying not to sound like a baby. "I got you something while I was at the store" confused I open the box that he hands me and find one of my favorite books in it; The Vow. Last week our cat Buttercup chewed and scratched my old copy up. "Oh Dad thank-you, thank-you, thank-you!" I wrap him in a hug and he chuckles "Your welcome love" he replies kissing the top of my head before I run to my room to read.

This story is so wonderful to me because I'm in love with the idea of love. I always have been really, when I was little I used o think boys were yucky and had coodies (well except my daddy). Now I envy the way my dad holds my mom, how he brings her gifts from time to time and she wraps him in hugs. Even the more sad things, how he comforts her when she wakes up screaming, or holds her when she cries. The way they look when they stare into each-others eyes. That happiness in her voice when he arrives home from work. But most of all I envy they're love, knowing that someone loves you more than you love yourself. Not very happy dreams for a 12-year-old girl. Most girls in my grade our looking for larger breasts or a cooler back-pack as where I am left depressed because im to emotionally advanced for my age. I wonder what my mom and dad would say if I told them that I cry everyday.