Disclaimer: I do not own the Hunger Games, I only own the characters I create like Lily, Brandon, Rue, and any others I create.

I was going through the story and reading it over again and I've seen so many mistakes that I absolutely hate now…well, I'm going to redo some of the chapters and this is the first one.

Fear

Lily's POV

My alarm-clock blared in my ears as I turned over in my bed, roughly rubbing my eyes and burying my face in my pillows. I don't want to be waking up right now, if anything I just want to sleep for the remainder of my life.

"Get up for school!" my mom called up the stairs, I turned over and tried to burry myself further into the warm blankets, forgetting momentarily that my mother wants me to wake up. The sound of her coming up the stairs is what has caused me to jump up from my bed and begin running to the bathroom before both my feet were firmly planted on the ground.

"Good you're up, I was beginning to think you would make me come up and drag you out of bed again." I shuddered at the idea of my mom waking me up again, the last time she did was a couple of weeks ago and let's just say she took the classic take on waking me up…a bucket full of ice cold water.

I literally shoved my toothbrush into my mouth and scrubbed my teeth to the point of satisfaction before thrusting the toothbrush into the cup. I quickly grabbed my hairbrush and roughly pulled the knots out of my hair with a huff and glanced at the mirror.

My storm grey eyes looked back at me, seeming to watch my every movement, almost as if I was an enemy that has a hidden weakness. I grabbed a hair-tie and threw my coal black hair into a ponytail that ended at the small of my back, showing just how long my hair truly is. I shifted my feet and glanced into the mirror again, I saw nothing out of the ordinary and turned heading back towards my room.

I walked towards the closet and grabbed the first things my hands touched, which just happened to be a pair of jeans and a plain forest green shirt. I slipped into my black flats and walked towards my desk.

Sitting there in its beauty was my mother's mockingjay pin, I smiled slightly as I watched it glint in the poor light of my room. I gently picked it up and placed it on the left corner of my shirt. I glanced in the mirror and for a second I'm not looking at myself, I'm looking at my mother, the same age as I, preparing for another day in the arena.

My mother, Katniss, is a Victor of the Hunger Games, the 74th Hunger Games to be exact. It may sound weird, or even overused, but my mother is my role-model. With that thought I ran down the stairs and stopped in the middle of the kitchen, my mother sitting in the middle of the room watching me with an amused expression on her face.

"Five minutes, impressive." She stated simply, her eyes observing every inch of me. This may seem weird to anyone outside of my family, but my mom has been preparing me for the games ever since I was old enough to walk and this just happens to be one of the things she has taught me to prepare myself.

She makes sure to watch me every morning, timing me to see how long it takes for me to prepare myself for the day or if I have anything that could be tracked on me. Her eyes told me that she was proud, apparently I'm dressed properly enough. I sighed as she gave me a small nod, indicating that I can walk out the door.

"One more thing, do me a favor today." I nodded, in the end of her statement there was something off of her voice as if she was worried about something.

"What is it mom?" I asked, noticing how her eyes flitted around the room as if she was looking for something, something that threatened us.

"N-nothing, just be…careful today." I just nodded before dashing out the door, not bothering to grab my jacket. My mom never stutters, it's something that shows how strong she is, something bad is happening and I don't think I can out run it forever.

As I said before, I am not happy with how some of the chapters turned out, and I think if I rewrite them like I did with this one I'll be able to make the story more interesting and appeal to more readers. So if anyone has any ideas for other chapters I should redo tell me and I'll do my best to make them better. I'll wait until tomorrow to update the next chapter.

I'm really, really, really sorry for not updating another chapter, but I'm going to update soon I swear. If I don't, the careers will make sure I do. :)