Author's note: Hey. 30 people who favourited this story and 31 people who followed this story (and to those who don't follow or favourite, but used to read this story anyway) is probably wondering, why would this author deleted all of the chapters AGAIN and make us go back to read chapter one and why is there some changes?

This story used to be called A Trident and An Arrow. Why did I change this story title to Scar?

Well, I'll answer those questions on the other author note, the one below the story. In the meantime, please enjoy, and thanks for reading my story. To those who just started reading this story and wondering what am I talking about, don't worry, its all fine!

Disclaimer: I do not own The Hunger Games.

Its 1:30 in the morning, and I haven't been able to close my eyes. Which, I know would be a very bad thing and I would regret it so much if I didn't sleep right away, since my mom, my brother and I will be going to District Four to meet some of my mom's… Relatives? Friends? I never knew Mom had any relatives that lives outside the District and I never knew she had friends.

Its 1:30 and do not blame me if I haven't been able to sleep. Blame the stupid summer weather. Everyone loves summer, but me? Not so much. I mean, sure, its great to have sunshine and I know this nice lady named Ella who made a really good lemonade. I haven't tasted a lot of lemonades in my life so my judgement is probably not valid, but believe me when I say its the best lemonade in all human history. I really couldn't imagine a tastier lemonade than Ella's. Its a perfect mixture of sweet and sour, and by one gulp you'd know that the lemon Ella used are fresh and healthy. Its scrumptious, delicious, yummy… Its heavenly. You know how they say the Olympian drinks ambrosia and nectar up there in Mount Olympus? Yeah, I think Ella is secretly Hestia (you know, the Greek goddess of the hearth) sneaking ambrosia and nectar for us mere mortals.

I got a little sidetracked there. Sorry.

Anyway, its summer. They say hate is a strong word, so I'll say I dislike summer. I dislike the sweaty back and sweaty neck and sweaty legs and arms and sweaty stomach. I dislike sweats pouring out of my body. I dislike mosquitos and bugs and I dislike that guilt when the sun's shining outside and you're just laying around in your comfy bedroom. I always wear short outfits in summer because I don't want to die from heat, and I dislike the fact that in society, teenage girls wearing short outfit even in summer when it feels like the world is an oven and you're the cake is frowned upon because they say its provocative and asking for it.

Oh, and I also dislike the dangerous boredom that attacks me on summer nights because I couldn't sleep. Because its too fucking hot.

Like right now.

I'm so bored, and bad things usually happens to me when I'm bored. The last time I was bored in the middle of the night, I went downstairs to go get some snacks (in the hope of getting so full I'd feel sick and sleepy) and found a bag of chips. I don't know what I was thinking, but the sound of cracking chips sounds so hilarious and amusing to me I started to break every single chips in the bag. The next morning, my brother Alex found me on the floor, surrounded by bits of chips. It was bad.

But no, of course I wouldn't repeat the chips incident or create another embarrassing incident again. Because now, I know what to do.

I pull my hair up in a ponytail, and grab a brown shirt and wear it over my blue tank top. I didn't bother to change my shorts because well… Its summer. Its hot.

Without hesitation, I jumped out of my window and land in a bush. What am I doing, you ask? Well, let me tell you a little story.

About four years ago? Three years ago? Umm, about three and a half years ago, a little lady named Scarlet Mellark - which is me, by the way, in case you haven't noticed - who was only 13 or 14 at the moment, was bored. You guessed it - it was a summer night. One night, she decided to explore the great nature, since she was curious and inexperienced, you could say. I guess I'm still inexperienced, since I'm only 17, but back then I'm way more inexperienced than I am today. Does that makes any sense? I hope so.

So anyway, this little Scarlet get out of the house. She sneaked out in the middle of the night, for the first time! It was wild for her, since she thought the wildest thing she could ever do was eating ice cream in the middle of the night. She stepped out to her porch, and think, where should I go next?

She tried to go to grumpy old Haymitch next door, and ask him to tell her stories since his stories are always interesting. She thought he'd be surprised and delighted to see her sneaking out in the middle of the night that he'd tell her everything he knew. But, little Scarlet was wrong.

"You want stories?" He said, 3 and a half years ago. "Well, I want some liquor but you don't see me drinking one, did you? That's because I haven't got any! Now go to bed!" He said, more or less. So disappointed little Scarlet got out of grumpy Haymitch's house.

And that's when she sees 3 figures in the woods. And she decided to follow them.

I gotta say, that was my dumbest move ever. I mean, chasing after 3 people who I clearly don't know in the woods, in the middle of the night, without a weapon? Stupid. But also, I'm actually really glad that I did that foolish thing because… Because that's how I met my friends.

Fate is a funny thing.

Back to story.

So little Scarlet ran after them, and see that these three people were carrying some weapon such as bow and arrows, axes, spears, knives, and swords with them. She was scared, but also intrigued, and so she follow them… Until one of them spots her.

"Who are you and how did you found us?" A blonde boy (whose name is Luke but little Scarlet didn't know that yet) asked. I think little Scarlet said something that make Luke - err, blonde boy - getting kinda snappy because a red head girl (named Athena, and she's Luke's sister but little Scarlet didn't know that yet) said "calm down, Luke! Well my name's Athena Giroux and this is my brother Luke Giroux and our friend here is Crimson Whitehurst!" kinda. I didn't remember all the details okay?

Anyway, we became friends. Not instantly, because it took a long time for Luke and I to actually get along since he knew that I'm a Mellark and he said "Don't try to act like you're the boss of everyone just because your parents won the Hunger Games twice" or something. Which led us to go to Haymitch's house together (he was shocked at first, but he's fine with it because more people means more liquor) and asking him to tell us about the Hunger Games.

But after 'accidentally' hitting me with his dumb spear several times, Luke warmed up to me. Athena, Crimson, Luke and I became close friends, and we train secretly and occasionally. We put our pebbles (mine is white with a tint of blue, Crimson's is silver and brown to match her auburn hair, Athena's is blood red with a tint of gold, and Luke's is plain black) in front of a mossy log - that's actually our weapon secret stash - to signal the other's that we're here. Its a quite good system, actually.

So, that's the story of how Scarlet Mellark found her friend. And also how she occasionally got scratches and cuts and wounds and bruises.

And also, don't you think its a little bit ironic how Athena, who is a red head, was friends with two people named Scarlet and Crimson which is the synonym of red?

So anyway, I ran to the mossy log and put my pebbles there. I see Luke's pebble. Oh well.

Taking my weapon of choice - which is a bow and arrows - I ran straight to our training, err, place? And see Luke hitting stuffs with his spear. As usual.

"Luke!" I greeted. He throws a spear in my direction, and it cuts my upper arm. As usual.

He scowls. "What are you doing here?" He asked. Well, that was uncalled for. I just said that he has warmed up to me earlier, but I guess not? "I'm here to train, moron." I said. He glares at the nickname, and he came to me. "Well, don't. Go home." He said.

"What the hell? We've been friends for 3 and a half years - I think. What is up with you? I thought we're through this I strongly dislike you, you little piece of shit phase!" I said. "Its not that, idiot. Don't you have to go to District Four tomorrow? Athena told me that you're leaving at 10 am! Go home!" He said, shooting me death glares now.

Crap, he's right. Its probably 2 am now, I don't know, but I need to sleep. Or else I'd turn into the undead tomorrow morning, and Mom and Alex and Dad - or maybe just Mom and Alex since Dad's already at District Four - will be suspicious and Mom will know that I've been training in secret and she'd told Mrs. and Mr. Giroux and Whitehurst. That probably, hopefully!, won't happen, but that'd be terrible. So I ran back, put my bow and arrow beneath the mossy log, took my pebble and ran straight home.

Lets just hope that despite the fact that I go to bed at 2 am, I can still wake up early.

Author's note: So there it is, chapter one! Yay! Reviews and follows and favourites are much appreciated :)

Oh, and yeah. The explanation. Okay so I got locked out of my computer. Yes, the one that had all of my writings, including the whole A Trident and An Arrow and a few of my other stories. I will have the computer technician guy to repair it, but in order to do so, my whole computer must be restarted. Thank God I have a backup for any important documents on my USB, but there is no way I can save my stories.

So... I'm going to write it down all over again. I'll start from the very beginning, and who knows, maybe make a few changes? I hope its okay.

Oh, and about the title. I changed the title to Scar because I think its better that way, and also because when I made A Trident and An Arrow I want the story to focusing on the romances between Katniss and Peeta's daughter and Finnick and Annie's son (I first made this story and came up with the storyline and anything about 2 years ago, so a lot has changed). And now, well... Its different. It'll be a bit different, you'll see.

And thanks for reading my story! :)