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Summary:

She looked at Deeno, straight in the eye. She grinned. "The Capitol can't change me," Ginna remarked.

Ginna's POV

It's been exactly six months since that day; the day my world broke into tiny little pieces, never to be fixed. Six months since the last Hunger Games; six months since my -

No. I can't afford to think about them. I shouldn't think about them.

Ever since that day, Mom's nightmares turned from bad to worse. I got nightmares as well. Mom changed too. She was too depressed to sleep in her bedroom so she sleeps in the living room. She has locked theirs and…Caleb's…bedroom doors. She doesn't use her wedding ring anymore. She resigned on being a mayor. She covered, threw, or burned all our pictures with…Dad and Caleb in them. The only thing that she keeps is a pearl.

Mom only speaks to a small amount of people, like Haymitch, Aunt Annie, our new therapist, Dr. Amoss, Johanna (on the phone), and Plutarch (who is on 'vacation' here)…excluding me. Dr. Amoss said that she will soon get over it like me. What he doesn't know is that I didn't. I didn't get over it and I don't think I ever will. I just act like I did, so that I won't have therapy sessions every day. Mom hates going to therapy, so she misses every single one of them. Haymitch thought of the idea of bringing therapy to our home.

Every 9'o clock in the morning, Dr. Amoss goes to our house and locks the doors and windows so Mom can't escape. Sometimes Mom leaves before dawn to escape, sometimes she just lays there and does nothing. I can't blame her.

From the three of us, Mom, Deeno and I, I'm the one who looks like nothing happened. After seeing his sister die, Deeno never spoke again, not a single word or groan. He doesn't go to school anymore. He just stays there; homeschooled like what I was once.

For two months after the games, I was homeschooled again by Aunt Annie. I rarely listen to her. One day she just snapped and yelled at my face. She never yelled at anyone before. "Listen here! You can just sit there and do nothing! I know how it feels loosing someone I love! I love Finnick, remember! But did I just sit there and do nothing?" She continuous, "You have a future! You are still young! Do not destroy your childhood! Stop being nothing! They are a piece of you and yes, they're torn away. But there are still remaining pieces! What do you think Peeta, Caleb and Madie will think seeing you destroying your life!" I look up at her, hearing those three names that are removed from everyone's vocabulary. I have a reason to continue living. I know that if I'm happy (sort of), they're happy as well.

After those months, I returned to school. I always see Fin, with a crutch, managing the bakery. There are always stares coming my way; a larger amount of stares than on my first day.

I hid my two pocket knives on my socks, as always. I grabbed my lunch bag and gave a reassuring look at Mom before I leave the house. This is one of the days where she just stays at home, doing nothing.

When I reached the school premises, I headed to the courtyard. The first subject is always connected to the Games, including the 76th.

I sat on one of the swings they put in the courtyard, eating a macaroon. "Hey," someone called beside me. Fin sat on the other swing, his crutch on the sandy ground. The doctors said that the cut was too deep that they need to cut his leg and change it. But Fin refused, so he remained in using a crutch.

Knowing what he's thinking, I lazily threw a macaroon on his direction. He wasn't able to catch it and it fell on the ground. He bent down, grabbed the macaroon, and dusted it. "Seriously?" I said, slightly irritated.

"It's not yet five minutes," he explained, taking a bite. I roll my eyes. "Do you miss Deeno?" he suddenly asked, making me jump in my swing.

"I miss everyone." The words came out of my mouth.

"Even Purple?" I laugh silently. Purple is our codename for Violet Donnavan, the highschool 'Queen'. Deeno made it up last summer when everything was perfect. Since he doesn't study here anymore, Fin and I were the only ones using it.

"You know what I mean," I said, "I miss the old Deeno."

Fin laughed at a silent thought. "Yah. The talking Deeno." We talked at what felt like hours. Suddenly, the bell rang and students started to pass through the courtyard to their next class.

Fin gave me a smile, grabbed his crutch, and left. I just remained there. Most of the students, especially the underclassmen, whispered and gossiped as they passed me. Of course everybody knows what happened. We were on live television.

I don't care, actually. I just want this day done and over with.

Today went on slowly like what every other day feels. Slow. My last subject is Physical Education, which is now my favorite since they teach survival skills (I don't know why). I don't really listen to lectures since my survival skills had been already put to the test.

Today is Assessment Day in P.E. It is when students are put to the test. It happens twice and thrice a week and I love those moments. Unfortunately, I (and I mean that I'm the only one) was banned to use the bow and arrows, my Mom and I's signature weapon.

What I love about the A Day is that, I don't really take the test. I only take it every other week. It's because when I took my first three tests of the week, I practically destroyed every dummy they used. So while the other students take the test, I just play all around the gym. The unfortunate thing is, Purple and I have the same class at the same time.

I entered the gym, wearing the P.E. outfit. I tied my hair in a high ponytail and readied the knives I hid in my pocket. Ms. Barnes, our gym teacher, blew a whistle and we gathered in front of her.

"So class," she said in a very loud voice, "today is Assessment Day." The class whined but me. I just smiled in delight. "I'll give you 15 minutes to practice then I'll start calling names." She blew the whistle again and the class scattered.

"Oh and Ms. Ginna (Mom and I don't use our surnames anymore)," Ms. Barnes added, "You'll join with the test today."

"What?" I exclaimed.

"Ms. Donnavan suggested that you should join us. I agree. It's been months. You should've got over it." I rolled my eyes and stared at Purple who is readying her bow and arrow. "You can use the bow and arrow."

I looked up at Ms. Barnes. "Really?" I ask, excited, "I'm not banned anymore?" She shook her head. I smiled on the inside and headed for the bow and arrows area.

I grabbed the other bow before Purple's best friend, Kesha, was able to reach it. Purple looked at me with disgust-annoyance. "What are you doing?" She releases and misses the target.

"Aiming," I replied and released. It hit straight in the heart. Most of the students came to look. Purple turned red with embarrassment of her miss.

"But…"

"Speak for yourself," I snapped and shot three arrows directly at the throat, chest, and heart. Students came to look again.

Purple rolled her eyes. "Are you challenging me?" I said, kind of bored.

"What?" she exclaimed. The students around us started whispering that Purple is scared. "Um, yeah. Whoever gets the higher score in the test, wins."

"If I win, you would stop treating anyone like garbage. No more being bossy."

"And if I win, you do what I say for a month."

"Deal."

End of Chapter 1

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