A/N: Thank you to everyone who read my story and reviewed it. I'd like to give a special thanks to my VERY first follower, TheyoungBaker. Remember, keep reading an reviewing! Unfortunately, I don't own The Hunger Games. If I did, Katniss would NOT be the one who would marry Peeta. I'll give you one wild guess of who it is. (HINT: It's me! TEE HEE) Anyways, ON WITH THE STORY!


I lay in my bed back at Victory Village, twisting the engagement ring on my finger nervously. Ever since the proposal, I've been feeling weird. Nothing has changed other than me being engaged, but I keep having gaps in my memory. One minute I'll be in my room and the next, I'll be somewhere completely different. For example, yesterday, I was in the forest hunting, then I blacked out and came back to my senses in the kitchen, a knif to my wrist. That was the worst one. Usually, I'm just in a different place, not almost KILLING myself.

A knock on the door shakes me out of my reverie. Prim enters and sits at the end of my bed, almost jumping with excitement.

I study her for a moment then finally ask, "Why are you so jumpy?"

She squeals before saying, "We just got a call from Cinna saying that he is coming over next week so you can try on some wedding dresses. He said that I could help him design some with him!"

I try to hide my groan, but fail miserably.

"You should be excited! You're going to be married soon! I know you were kind of forced into the marriage, but Peeta's good for you. You should be glad you don't have to marry someone like Haymitch or something."

I glare at her for a moment before sighing. "Your right, it could be worse. Imagine me marrying Haymitch," I say then make a face.

Prim giggles. Her face lights up as if she's got and idea. "Do you know what we should do? We should ave a big dinner with mom, Haymitch, Peeta, you, me, and some friends."

"Why? What are we celebrating?"

She looks at me as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. "Your marriage! Duh!"

"Oh," is all I say. Maybe it was pretty obvious.

I grunt with frustration."Yay, just another thing to get dressed up for," I say sarcastically.

Prim points a fiinger at me. "If you skip out on this, I swear, I will drag you, kicking and screaming to the party, and you know neither of us want that to happen."

I scowl at her but eventually agree.

She jumps up excitedly. "Write down a list of people you want there and I'll invite them. You have twenty minutes."

She leaves the room and I plop down on the bed.

Let's get this over with.


A/N: Sorry that this chapter isn't as long as I wanted it to be. I wanted to have another chapter done today but only had like twenty minutes to write this since I have to go camping for spring break. Remember, READ, REVIEW, and RATE!

~Mrs. Tomlinllark