hey everyone! this one just noticed that there was a 'complete' status on the story, but there's still one perspective that this one hasn't been written about.
Rye's.
so this is the story about what Rye's life is basically like.

Rye is thirteen, and Rowan is sixteen

Meadow….

[Rye-age: 13]

"ROWAN! WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY BOW AND ARROWS?" I shout at the top of my lungs.

"NOTHING YOU BREAD-HEAD!" she shouts back from the loft, were she's hanging out with Arlan, her boyfriend.

"DON'T CALL BE BREAD-HEAD!" I shout back, absolutely fuming. How? How did my dad manage to live with a name like Peeta? I slam my door behind me, not wanting to talk or thing about her. I sigh and look around my room. When I was little I always wanted to be just like my dad. I'd always go to the bakery with him, and learn about the different types of bread and what not. But now that I'm older I want to do something else.

The woods. That's where I want to be. I've heard so many stories linked to those woods. How my granddad hunted there and that's were mom used to hunt. That's where she met someone that we only know as 'him'. Where she aquired her hunting skills that are still unmatched until this day. I stick my head out of my room, checking if anyone's watching me leave.

I open my window as quietly as possible and jump out onto the roof. I glance around. I can easily get down from here, but what about later…?i I finally see what I'm looking for. By our house there's this rowan tree, (yeah coincidence? I honestly don't think so…) basically perfect place to climb.

I slip the bow and quiver over my shoulders, and jump off the roof, grabbing the closest branch to me, and swinging from one branch to another, gradually slowing myself down until I hit the ground.

I brush myself off and dash off towards the woods, that were once surrounded by an electric fence. When I get to the meadow, it's almost like it's never changed.

I glance around, but I don't see anyone. It's a quiet day, here in the Seam. I walk acroos the meadow and slip under the fence.

It's dark in the woods. Darker than it is ourside. I wander for awhile, not searching for anything in particular, but sill had my bow at the ready. I manage to spot a deer, and a rabbit, but only succeeding in shooting the latter.

I keep walking when suddenly, I hear a crack behind me and I whip around, about to let an arrow fly when I identify the person who made the noise. It's my mom.

"Rye? What are you doing here?" she asks, walking towards me.

"Uh…hunting?" I mumble, holding up the scrawny rabbit that I shot earlier. She holds out her hand, and I drop the rabbit into it. she holds it up, and seems to be inspecting it.

"Good job." She says finally. "One shot kill. Pretty neatly too." She nods her approval. "And right through the eye as well." She grins, and I can tell that she's making an inside joke, one that probably existed long before me or my sister were born.

"What are you doing here?" I ask, as we continue walking. She smiles wistfully. "I wanted to see if a place where I used to go to after hunting is still around. Do you want to come?" she asks.

I nod silently.

We continue walking through the woods, until we stop at a small clearing. There's a little pool of water there, and more surprisingly, a hut made of concrete, although I can tell that it's incredibly old, and was never a part of district 12.

"Where are we?" I ask, looking around the clearing.

My mother laughs half-heartedly. "It still hasn't changed." She turns to me, with a sad look on her face. "This is where your grandfather first taught me to hunt." My eyes widen. I've been told that story. About how Grandad was a miner, but also knew a lot about plants and the woods. He's the one who taught my mom how to use a bow, and that how it became her favourite weapon.

Her next words are so soft that I almost miss them. "And this is where Gale and I used to hang out."

Gale? Gale Hawthorne? I think. I always knew that they were friends-we learned about it in school- but I didn't know that they were so close that they had a special place that only they knew about…

"Let's go home." She abrubtly announces, and turns to walk back home. I glance around the clearing again, but follow her.

When we get home, Rowan's in the kitchen, baking something. "Oh. There you are." She says, when she sees me walk through the door. "I was wondering where you went."

"I was in the woods." I say, pulling up a stool so that I could sit by the counter.

"That's nice." She says, pulling out some cookies from the oven.

"Yum." I say, snagging a cookie from the sheet. "Ees taste awefum." I mumble through a mouthful of cookie.

"Good, now get outta the kitchen, dad said that I'm on kitchen duty." She says, shooing mom and I out. She goes to the T.V and turns it on, while I go upstairs into my rrom.

I open the door, look around the room and take a deep breath, "ROWAN! WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY ROOM!"

"DON'T BLAME ME! YOU'RE THE BREAD-HEAD THAT FORGOT THE CLOSE THE WINDOW!"

"DON'T CALL ME BREAD-HEAD!"

Tee hee hee ;)
this was fun to write, this one always wanted to write about siblings.

voice from downstairs: excuse me?

moony: -sticks tounge out- ignore her. well,, this one will see you next post!