Introduction

Disclaimer: Just to say, I don't own The Hunger Games series. Even though how much I want too, I am not Suzanne Collins. That would be strange. By the way, I got the name for Peeta and Katniss's boy child by taking a quiz. Technically a name generator thingamajig.

Prim awoke to a beautiful day. Sun shining through thin, silk curtains. She rubbed her eyes lazily and dragged her feet out of bed. Her long Pajamas draped on the ground. She ran her hand through her tangled, blonde hair. Skipping into the kitchen she smiled at her mom. The kitchen swirled with fragrances of eggs and orange juice. "Morning mom. Morning dad." she said yawning. Katniss turned her head away from the stove smiling. "Good morning Primrose."

Peeta smiled faintly and opened the newspaper. "Morning pumpkin. Can you do mom and I a favor and wake your brother? He needs to come in for breakfast." Prim nodded and ran to her brother's room. She left the door a crack open and then with her calmest voice she spoke, "Stanly. Stanly Mellark wake up. Stanly Peeta Mellark wake up!" Then Katniss and Peeta heard a groan. "I heard you the first time, get out of my room!" Prim rushed to her room as a pillow was flung across the sunlit hall. Katniss and Peeta burst out laughing.

"Kids, kids. I don't think they realize but they have so much more than we did." Peeta said frowning. "Your right Peeta. They never knew how tough it was for us. All they know is the stories' we told them when they were children. They never knew what it was li-" Katniss stopped talking when Prim entered. Her hair was neatly pulled in two braids and had a yellow t-shirt with blue jeans on. Her brother then came rushing in to a chair and sat down smiling.

"Mom, can I take Prim to the park later?" he asked. Katniss sighed laying a plate in front of Stanly and Prim. Katniss looked nervously at Peeta who nodded. "Oh fine. I guess you can go. But remember you're only nine and your sister is only five so be back by at least three or earlier. Eat first though." The children both smiled and began eating breakfast, minds determined to go outside.

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Katniss and Prim sat in the dining room while Katniss packed lunches for Prim and Stanly. "Hey mom?" Prim asked looking at the lunches. But Katniss was spacing out and not listening.

I remember sitting down next to Peeta. His eyes fixed intently on mine. He leaned over and whispered in my ear, "You love me. Real or not real?" Then I told him, "Real."

"Mom," Prim's voice snapped Katniss out of her reverie. "Yes, sweetie?" Prim's eyes were fixed on the lunches. "Will things ever go back to the way they used to be? You know, with the Hunger Games?" Katniss stopped cold.

"Primrose Hope Mellark, why would you ask such a question? It will never go back to the way it used to be." Then Stanly walked in. "Ready to go sis?" Prim nodded as they headed for the door. "I'll see you for supper okay?" Katniss called out. "Yes mom. Stanly and Prim said simultaneously as they shut the oak door.

"I'll see you for supper okay?" Katniss asked Rue in the seventy fourth Hunger Games. Rue nodded with a scared expression on her face. Next thing she knew they were taking off in opposite directions. But then Rue was caught in a net and was killed by Marvel, the boy from District one. I just hope that doesn't happen to them. Katniss shivered and yelled for Peeta.

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"Come on Prim, It's time to head back. Mom and dad expect us to be back by three." Stanly yelled. She smirked. "Oh relax; I think I left something at the park." She ran around the corner to the beautiful Garden Grove. Then one unsightly sound made Stanly run for the park, the tortured scream of his little sister. "Stanly! Stanly help! Stanly!" He sprinted now for the area his sister set forth for. Having to cross through an alley way so he could get to his sister he ran for it. Taking any chance he could for his family. He thought he was home free when he got closer. But then he felt a hand on his mouth.

"Hey! Hey let go of me! My little sister is in danger let go-" He was cut off when the man covered his mouth entirely. Then, with the man's other hand, he stuffed a cloth by Stanly's nose. Sinking Stanly to his knees Stanly fell into darkness. His sister's voice playing over and over in his head.

"Stanly! Stanly help! Stanly!" He couldn't forget the fact, that he could now never be able to help her.

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