So I'll be alternating POVs, first starting with Katniss and Peeta's daughter. Her name is Rosella, and read more to find out!
~*~Rosella~*~
There were so many things in her life that made her who she was today. On the short walk from home to school, walking with her little brother, she thought of all of the moments in her life that made her smile. She thought back to when Alex was born, when she first met her best friend, her birthday parties, her first day of school, and so many more recollections jumbled around in her head.
But the one thing that stuck out in her mind the most was that one day that she actually found a guy, well… cute.
She was like any other teenager, but she never tried acting like one. She thought that she was more like her mom than anyone. She had been the same way when she was that age. But she had a different reason.
Not something that she would actually bring up in front of me, though, she thought still reminiscing.
"Look out!" a familiar voice screamed at her.
She looked up a little too late and slipped on the crack in the sidewalk in front of the school. She groaned in pain as she rubbed her forehead and side thinking that they might have become bruised.
She heard a little giggle but still saw the small hand reach out for her. She grabbed it and said thanks to Alex.
"Are you okay?" he asked still laughing a little.
"Fine, just fine. Just… thinking." She looked down at her brother. "Why are you looking at me like that?" she said suspiciously.
"Nothing," he said, stifling a laugh, but he it was obvious that he couldn't hold it in any longer as his face was red from the pressure. But he ended up bursting out laughing. He was laughing so hard that she thought that there was something wrong with him.
No, she thought, this is normal. Just when I thought that he was becoming a sane person, he acts up again. She sighed heavily.
"Okay, what is it this time?"
"Your…face…was…hilarious!" he said in between laughs. He choked on the last few words that made her start laughing, too.
Shaking her head at her brother's stupidity, she checked her watch with the little gold swivels around the dial. "Oh, man! We'd better hurry up and get inside or we'll be late for homeroom!" she said tugging on her brother's hand.
She quickly dropped him off in his class, said goodbye, and hurried over to her class. She got there just in time as the bell rang for homeroom.
The rest of her day was uneventful, but that was nothing new. She liked to keep to herself and only talked when she wanted to. Then, at the end of math class, everybody darted out of the room from hunger. She, of course, walked with her friends talking about how the teachers were acting a little weird as if they were hiding something.
On their way down to the cafeteria, everything happened like it always did. They all got their lunch, which was probably going to be horrible, and made their way to their usual table.
"Hey, Rosella!" someone screamed from behind them. She turned around to see Amanda Wilson running up to her with a sheet of paper in her hand. She looked exhausted from running so Rosella just did her a favor and took the paper to see what was so important about it.
"Ha! Don't you know? Everyone calls her 'Rose' not by her full name!" her best friend Lucy James told Amanda.
"It's all right, Lucy. I don't mind." Rose mumbled, still intrigued by the paper. She looked up at Amanda.
"Why are you giving me this?" she wondered aloud, hoping that none of her friends saw what the paper said.
"Are you kidding me?! You'd be perfect for this. Everyone knows that," she said flabbergasted. Her voice changed into a pleading, almost begging sound, and then, she started holding her hands as if in a prayer.
"Please? You'd be incredible. And, besides, we need someone good. I don't think anyone actually has any talent," she said, winking at her. "Get it? Talent? It's a talent show! Gosh, I crack myself up," she stated while wiping away a fake tear.
Rosella couldn't decide so she just said, "I'll think about it. But that's not a promise!"
"That's good enough for me." Amanda shrugged and walked off back to her lunch.
"Talent show, huh? Are you actually going to do it? 'Cause if you do, someone will notice you." Lucy said as she nudged her friend's shoulder.
"I don't know. I'll have to think about it." Rosella said that to end the conversation but she silently made a mental note to herself to ask her mom for some advice.
At the end of the day, as always, Rose found her brother getting out of his class waving good-bye to his teacher. Rose smiled thinking that he was just as friendly as their father and was like him in every other way, too. From his blond curls to his sweet personality that made everyone want to smile just being with him. All he had were Mom's gray eyes.
They went through their usual routine as every other day. They went to the library to see if they wanted anything, then walked down to their father's bakery.
At the bakery, it seemed like any other day- packed. Everyone seemed to love the cakes that Dad made. For any and every occasion, Dad would make any type of cake that anyone wanted. And after school, Rose and Alex were always willing to help.
It smelled sweet and fresh, cinnamon-y and sugary, anything that someone could expect in a bakery. To make it better, there was also ice cream, candies, pastries, and any other type of dessert that a person could ask for. It seemed like one of the places that a kid could get lost in, sweet heaven!
Rose and Alex went behind the counter to get their aprons on when their father saw them and grinned.
"Ready to help, guys?" their father asked, already knowing the repetitive answer.
"Any day, Dad! Bring it on!" Alex said!
Rose smiled, thinking that only her brother could do something like that to make her smile.
They quickly got to work and anytime that they got a break in between customers, they took a quick break to snack on something.
By about 7:30 later that evening, they seemed to be finally done with all of their customers and were exhausted. They were open for another half hour, but as no one was coming, they "closed" early or just took a break and did nothing for the time.
Dad went into the back room to grab something, so Rosella went to help him. Dad opened the fridge and took out a magnificent piece of art work, which was edible, obviously.
"For Mom, yeah?" she asked him, quietly. It appeared appropriate to whisper in the presence of something so glorious.
He nodded. "When you and Alex were making those personalized cakes the other day, it became this. All I did was put it together. So really, you two made the cake all by yourself."
Rosella noticed that he was referring to the conversation the two of them had in the morning. She wanted to know when they would be able to make something on her own like her dad. All he said was "soon enough" and gave her a mischievous grin.
"You're kidding, right? We couldn't have made this for the anniversary," she told him. That was when she saw the little designs that she put on her cake and the ninjas on her brother's.
"Come on. Help me box and take it out, huh?" he said while taking the cake out.
She nodded silently and grabbed the box to pack it in. When they finally got it out of the back, they saw Alex pumping his fists. He stopped when he saw them and ran over to see what they were holding.
"Ah. I know what this is for!" Alex said excitedly. "Now, we just need to get this home without Mom noticing it. Do you think she's waiting for us?"
Rosella and Dad just shrugged and saw that everyone else had left. They looked at the clock and it read 8:13.
"Come on, let's get this home for tomorrow." Dad said.
The two children grabbed all of their things while their father closed shop. They took the sleek black car in the empty parking lot after they packed everything up. The drive didn't seem very long and were relieved when they saw that the lights were off inside the house. They quietly snatched everything that they needed with Dad carrying the cake. They entered and turned on the lights and settled down while Dad quickly stashed the cake in the second fridge in the garage.
He came back into the house and asked, "Have you seen Mom yet?" When they both shook their heads without looking up from their homework, he said, "Okay, I'll be right back. Stay inside and don't open the door to anyone."
The young kids knew not to mess with their dad when he was that serious. They had always been taught to be careful wherever they happened to be. If they were alone or with their parents, be on the lookout for trouble, because there probably would be somewhere around the corner.
It was how they were raised, to always be able to defend themselves. Their parents had taught them ever since they were young how to do many different things. They were able to hunt, swim, climb, ride horses, use a knife and a gun, and as well as martial arts. They knew they weren't allowed to use it anyone or anything, not unless there was real trouble.
When Dad had left the house, there was a tense air above the two siblings. They looked at each other and nodded. They went to go get their weapons, in case Mom and Dad didn't come back in at least 10 minutes. Any longer after that, they would go out themselves to look. That had been a silent agreement between all four Mellarks in the households.
They had set a timer after Dad had left on all of their devices that could be remotely turned off on either Rosella or Alexander's iPhones. They tried as hard as they could to do their work, but they were just too worried. This had become normal routine for them, but this issue always worried them.
Just before the timer hit the 10 minute mark, the lock for the main door made a sound and the door opened up. In the doorway were Mom and Dad laughing. They saw their children's faces that looked shocked at them. Mom ran over to them, knelt down to them, and hugged them close.
"Are you two okay?" she asked, very worried about them.
"Yeah, we're fine, Mom. Where were you?" Alex said.
"Oh, I was just in town checking to make sure that everyone was fine and prepared for the storm that's supposed to hit tonight."
They both nodded while their father went to the fridge to get something for dinner.
"Hey, Mom. I need your help on a project. Do you think you can or should I ask Dad?" Rosella asked, a little hesitant on what she was about to do.
"Of course, what is it?"
She took a deep breath. "I have to interview you and Dad about The Hunger Games."
A/N: So I want to thank everybody that's read this so far! And to the one person who has reviewed and to the one who has favorited and followed: thank you so much! It means a lot to me! :D This goes out to you PrincessKatniss02 and Surkrem. And of course, ImaginativeGirl1 who was he first person to read this and was my own beta. Please read and review, and until next time! :D