Hey everyone! Okay here's the first chapter to the sequel to Acacia Lily Yarrow: My Hunger Games! I hope that you like this one as much as you liked the last one! There will be a few new twist in this one and I hope that you like them all. Thank you for reading the first one and reviewing.
Enjoy!
*~KelsNicole~*

I stare at the mirror, a part of me is still me, but something has changed. There is a small scar on my chin from when I was younger, I'm glad that they didn't see it or else it might not be there. Sighing I turn away from the mirror and walk out of the bathroom. Dula is standing right by the door and I almost fall over her, she stares up at me with her head cocked to the side. A smile forms on my lips when I see her and I hug her. When I let go of her she walks into the bathroom and I just shake my head.

"Acacia." My mother's voice comes from behind me and I turn to look at her. She smiles at me and I follow her into a room, the room is where I paint. I stare at my mother as she picks up a painting and holds it up to me. "Is this…something that happened when you were little?"

"Huh?" I stare at the picture and see that it is the first one that I ever painted after I got home from the Hunger Games. The picture is of the nightmare that I had after the tracker jacker sting, the dream of my father. "Oh no….that's from a nightmare."

"A nightmare?" She puts the picture back down and gestures to the room around us. "You would choose this as your hobby wouldn't you?"

I look around us at the paintings, of course I spend a lot of my time in here, mostly when Alwin isn't with me. "Yeah, I love painting. Why do you say it like….it's a bad thing? I thought that you'd like them…"

"Oh, honey I didn't mean it like that. It's just…you are becoming more like your father every day." She smiles down sadly at a painting of my father, one from a memory when I was five. "You are a wonderful painter, they all look so…life like. This is my favorite room, some times I'll come in here during the night and look at them."

"Really?" I walk over to my mom and look with her and I feel the sadness coming from her. "Why?"

"Just to see him. My Hale…" She touches a painting with the tips of her fingers and gently touches it. "I still miss him and love him. Do you….I never told you how you got your name."

My eyes go wide and I just stare at her, there is a small smile on her lips. "I thought that you just loved the flower…."

"I do love the flower, but for a certain reason. Hector, your father and I met when he came into my parents flower shop." She smiles sad smile. "He came in looking for some Acacia flowers and they had always been my favorites. When I showed them to him we talked about them, from the second that our eyes met it was love. My parents didn't want us to be together because he was the son of a man who lived off of hunting. None of them worked and that was not the kind of man my parents wanted me to marry. So we had a secret love, one that grew with time. Two years into our secret love, he gave me an Acacia flower and asked me to marry him. We got married, which made my parents very upset with me. But I didn't care, I knew what I wanted. He started working, he got a job, but my parents still didn't like him. When you were born is when they accepted him, because they wanted to see you. On the day that you were born Hector gave me one Acacia flower and one Lily. The Lily flower was pink…that is why you are named Acacia Lily. The other reason is….that the meaning of an Acacia flower is secret love."

I stare at my mom in shock and she just kisses the top of my head. She leaves me in the room and I walk around the room. One picture catches my eye, one of Ethan. We haven't talked since I left for the Hunger Games. Silently I push the picture out of the way, its useless to even look at it now…he hates me and I know it. The picture that it was hiding makes me smile, its one of Alwin. His eyes are bright with the sun behind him, its one that I painted a few weeks ago.

"You should really hang these up…." A voice comes from behind me and I smile. I turn to see Odysseus and Abigail walking toward me. "These are…."

"Beautiful!" Abigail says and she picks up one of Alwin. "This one looks just like him! You chose a wonderful hobby!"

Odysseus rolls his eyes. "Yes, yes…the pictures are gorgeous and she has a gift. They'll get married and live happily ever after, yada yada. Now, Acacia you know that tomorrow your prep team is coming and you going on the victors tour. Today they are making an announcement about the next Hunger Games…"

My eyes drop to a picture that is by Odysseus's leg, its one of the cornucopia. This is the moment that I've been dreading for a while, I'll be a mentor in the Games this year and every year following. Abigail is looking at all of the pictures and she walks over to one. I watch as she picks up one of Ethan and she raises her eyebrows.

She stares at me. "Who is this? He's….good looking, maybe with a little make-up and…."

"A friend." I say and I walk over to her. With a small smile I take the painting and put it behind some that I made a few weeks ago. "Or I should say he used to be my friend."

The door opens again and Dula runs inside. She runs right over to me and wraps her arms around my waist. I can't help but smile, she's my little Dula. My mom told me that when I went into the Games every night Dula would wake up screaming and crying. All that she would do for the hours following is beg for me to come home, beg for me to be there to hold her. During the night some times she sneaks into my room and sleeps in my bed, even when Alwin's over-which is most of the times. Alwin smiles when he sees Dula and he loves her as though she is his own sister.

Odysseus tells me that we have to have a meeting in five minutes and he leaves. I am alone in the room with Dula. Dula takes my hand and drags me over to a picture, she points to it. It's one of her, she smiles at me.

"I like this painting…" I tell her and I bend down to pick it up. "This is one my favorites…"

"ACACIA!" Odysseus's voice booms down the hallway and I laugh. That is something that I don't miss hearing. "Come on!"

With a small sigh I lead Dula out of the room and shut the door. I send her off to play with the others and walk into the room that Odysseus normally uses as his office. He stares at me as I sit down.

I stare at him, the smile has left my lips. "What is it?"

"Well…" He looks down at his hands. "I can't tell you exactly what but I have a feeling that you won't be mentoring the next Games."

"What?" Now I'm really confused and he just shakes his head. "Why not?"

He sits back and plays with a pen in his hands. "I…have a feeling that something from the past is going to repeat itself. You and Alwin…will go back into the arena."

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