A/N: Now, we're finally moving forward with the story. I know it might seem a little confusing now, but hopefully it will clear up in the later chapters.

Disclaimer: I don't own The Hunger Games

10 years later…

"Willow! Rye! It's time to come in and have lunch!"

"Come on Vi! Give us five more minutes!"

"If you don't come inside, you won't get to have the cookies your father left for you!"

As soon as I turn to go back inside, I hear footsteps pounding the pavement and feel two small children collide into me from behind.

"Oof!"

"We're sorry Violet, we're here now."

"Nuh-uh," I say, as I smile down at Willow and Rye. "You didn't come in when I asked, so I guess I'll just eat them all myself."

"But-"

"Your parents said to only give you these if you listened. Now go eat your lunch, I set the sandwiches up on the table. If you finish it all up and manage not to make a mess, then maybe I'll let you have some cookies."

I laugh as I hear them both grumble to themselves as they drag themselves towards the kitchen. Then, I hear the phone ringing.

"I'll get it!"

"Rye, finish your food! Remember what your mom said!"

"Yeah, yeah, don't pick up the phone if she's not home."

I hurry towards the phone and answer.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Vi! We just called to let you know that we picked up Annie and Finn and we're on our way back from the train station," Peeta replies.

"They didn't cause too much trouble, did they?" That's Katniss.

"No, no, they're doing alright," I chuckle.

"We're lucky you had time off today. Aside from old Greasy Sae, you're the only sitter they listen too. And I shudder to think what could happen if we were forced to leave them behind with Haymitch."

"Only because I requested this weekend off two weeks in advance," I say, referring to my job working at the Hob, the big grocery store in the middle of town. A bit ironic, I'm told, since that used to be the name of the black market before the rebellion. "I can't wait until this school years actually over, so I can quit and relax for the summer."

I hear Peeta laugh in the background.

"And it wouldn't be that bad leaving them with Uncle Haymitch, " I say. "Then I remember the time he was forced to watch over me when I was nine. "Wait, never mind, I take that back."

"You know he hates it when you call him that," says Katniss.

"Which is exactly why I have to. And its not like that's ever stopped you from doing anything he dislikes, either. Willow and Rye to the same thing."

"That's because they like to do everything you do," says Peeta.

"You better not tell Haymitch that."

"Nah, he likes you, he just doesn't want to admit it."

"Anyway," says Katniss. "Back to the reason why we called. Tell the kids we'll be home soon."

"Katniss! We were in the middle of trashing Uncle Haymitch!"

"Don't you start, Peeta."

"Will do Katniss," I laugh in response. "And Delly told me to tell you she's sorry again that she couldn't make it. Delly Cartwright, who was a childhood friend of Peeta's, is also my foster mom. Not very surprising, because according to Peeta, she always loved kids. And she's one of the sweetest foster parents I've ever had to stay with. That's part of the reason why I choose to take her last name.

Katniss sighs in response. "You've already told us this three times before we left."

"Yeah well she's just really sorry."

Peeta just laughs. "That's Delly for you. We'll see you kids soon, alright Vi?"

"Yeah, see you soon. Bye," I say and hang up the phone.

"Hey guys, your parents are going to be home in a little bit, so make sure you guys are behaved for when Annie and Finnick get here."

"Come on, Vi! Don't you know us?"

"Yes Rye, I do, and that's exactly why I'm saying it."

"Hey, I'm almost seven years old. That's almost as old as you!"

"Willow, I'm seventeen."

"Still!"

"Just finish you're food, guys."

It isn't until about half an hour later, just as I'm finishing up my history project on the Hunger Games, and Willow and Rye have finished stuffing their faces with the cookie I gave each of them, that I hear the doorbell ring. We were each assigned a Hunger Games and told to research the impact it played on Panem leading up to the Great Rebellion. I was given the 71st, which, indecently, is also the year Johanna Mason won. Of course, I already know all about the Hunger Games, and the role Katniss, Peeta, and everyone else played, this being my junior year of high school. But it never made me see them any different. They're still the same people who looked after me, the little orphan girl, when I was only seven years old. Of course, Willow and Rye don't know yet, and I know Katniss and Peeta worry for when they do find out. I've promised them I would help, when the time came. I owe them at least that much.

As soon as I open the door, a redhead rushes in to give me hug.

"Hi, Annie!"

"Hello, Violet. How are you feeling?" Annie replies softly.

"Same as always," I smile back. "How's everything in Four?"

Annie always greets me the same every time we meet. She's definitely different than anyone I've ever met, but in a good way. Her son, on the other hand…

"It's well," Annie replies. "Sorry we missed your birthday."

"Oh," I blush. "That's okay. "You know I really don't make a big deal a-

"Guess who?" I hear, as two hands cover my eyes from behind.

I smirk in response. "Uncle Haymitch?"

"Hey!" I hear two voices yell in response. I guess they picked Uncle Haymitch up on the way over here. I hear what sounds like Katniss muffling a laugh in the background.

Suddenly, the hands move to my shoulder and spin me around.

"You wound me, Vivi," says Finn, giving me what I'm sure he thinks is a winning smile.

"Yeah, right," I scoff. "Anyway, I'm sure your whale-sized ego can handle it."

"You spend to much time with Aunt Katniss," he frowns, looking me over.

"Um, I'm pretty sure that's not possible," Peeta adds in with a cheeky grin. Katniss smiles, shakes her head and pushes his shoulder away in response.

"Oh, it's possible," says Haymitch.

Katniss and I scowl back at him.

"FINN!" Willow and Rye yell as they storm the hallway and tackle Finn in a hug.

"I always knew they loved me better," he replies, looking back at me. I just smile and roll my eyes.