*holds up hands in surrender* Dont shoot! haha I know some of you arent particularly happy that Prim is the best friend instead of the sister. I'm sorry. But it worked out better that way. Sooo in this story Prim is not an Everdeen. She is a Hawthorne. Once again, Dont shoot. haha.

And as for Katniss having blonde hair. That was due to poor proof reading. It was a typo. But it is now fixed :) I happen to love brunette Katniss.

Now...On with the story! I hope you enjoy :)

"Oh my dear, what was it this time?" I motion to the big pink stain on my lap and her eyebrows shoot up in surprise. "Oh my, let me go see what I can do." I watch her walk through another door and I go sit on the little cot on the other side of the room.

I stare at a band-aid wrapper on the floor and play with my shirt tail. Neither I nor Prim say anything. She just stares blankly at her sandals and kicks around a bead that somehow ended up on the floor, we're both trying to avoid an inevitable conversation. A conversation we've had many times before.

I feel the cot shift and I know without looking that it's Prim. I also know the exact words about to come out of her mouth.

"You know it's not true right?"

"Yes it is." I don't need to ask what she's talking about. Like I said we've had this conversation many times before.

"No it's not."

"Yes. It is."

"No it's not Katniss!" She stands up and throws her hands in the air. "Dammit! How many times do we have to go over this! You have been my best friend since the fifth grade and nothing is going to change that." She gets on her knee in front of me and points her finger directly at my face. "Now you listen to me, and you listen well. You know how much I hate having to repeat myself. I don't care about designer clothes, chic haircuts, or how anorexic you are. You are a better person that any of them will ever even hope to be, and a hell of a lot stronger. As for your looks...Katniss you are gorgeous. You have curves a lot of women pay a lot of good money for." She smiles at me and shrugs. "Face it sister, were best friends. You are stuck with me until either you or I kick the bucket. Actually no, because when I die I'm gonna posses your ass long enough to get you in some clothes that show off what your momma gave you!" at that, I can't help but laugh. She smiles and holds out her hand. "Now dry your eyes and help me off the floor."

I wipe my eyes and grab her hand. About half way up Prim gasps and collapses onto the cot. She's curled up into the fetal position, and her knuckles are white with strain as she grips her leg closer to her body.

"Oh my God. Prim are you ok? What happened?!" I sit beside her on the cot and put my hands out, trying to help anyway I can. She takes a deep and holds up her hand.

"Yea I'm fine." She slowly uncurls her body so that she is laying limply on the cot, her legs hanging off. "I've just been getting these pains in my shins lately. Coach thinks its shin splints." She sits up and pulls one of her legs up against her chest, rubbing her hand up and down her shin. She looks a bit…off. "I'm going to the doctor tomorrow for an x-ray." I nod and sit beside her on the cot just as Mrs. Rue comes in with an armful of clothes.

"I found these in the lost and found; they should be about your size…now there is plenty here to choose from so take your time, I'll write you a note for your next class." She smiles brightly and takes Prim's seat beside me while Prim rummages through the pile. Her bright smile fades into a warm maternal grin and she puts her hand on top of mine, forcing me to look her in the eye. "Sweetie, I can't apologize enough for the way Glimmer has been acting. My mother would roll over in her grave if she could see the way her and her mother treat people. My sister was not raised like that." Oh yea, I forgot to mention one tiny detail. Glimmer is Mrs. Rue's niece. I didn't believe it her at first. I couldn't fathom how someone as malicious and cruel as Glimmer could be even remotely related to the kind woman smiling at me right now.

I can't stand the thought of this kind woman being upset over me. So I offer up the best smile I can muster and reassure her that I'm fine. She sighs and pulls me into a strong embrace and pats my back before disappearing once again to write our notes. The sound of Prim chuckling catches my attention.

And the Plot thickens :)

Ok so not really, but did it shock anyone that the Villian and a Hero were related? No? ok...

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