I am SOOOOO SORRY that I didn't post yesterday.

I HAD to read (and finish) Lord of the Flies. Personaly HATE THAT BOOK. horrible. And the funnt part is that it was mentioned in one of the PJO books (#2 to be exact)

ANYWHO...

enjoy...

In my dreams that night, I am with Katniss-well sort of. I am standing amongst the over sized Capitol crowd. It is the parade of the tributes before the Games start.

Funny, because when this actually happened I was sitting at home instead of being apart of the crowd who threw up roses to their favorite tributes.

The entrance doors groan open and the chariots begin to roll out. District by district emerge from the warehouse until the only one left to show is District 12.

There is a boy and a girl-Peeta Mellark and Katniss Everdeen. They are dressed in black with fire curling off of their backs. I remember this moment; it is when Katniss first is shown as the Girl on Fire-a name she will keep for the rest of her lifetime.

Fire.

Fire.

Just the very thought of it brings a raging warmth to my face followed by the taste of smoke. Smoke?

My dream begins to twist. In the surrounding crowd, someone screams a name. Not just any name, but MY name.

"Rissa!" it calls hastily.

I whip my head from side to side to find the source. Nothing.

Then out of no where, I am violently shaken. I begin to scream at the invisible cause but it is useless.

I look around to the crowd for help, but they do not seem to notice. They keep their cheery spirit and applaud the passing tributes. To make things even stranger, Katniss begins to glow brighter and brighter. Heat reflects off her very being and reaches me with a blast of smoke.

"Rissa!" the voice repeats, more desperate this time.

The bright glowing begins to fade slowly until I am released from the dream and land into reality.

"Rissa!" Gale yells down at me. It still must be the middle of the night. Every aspect of the dream has disappeared except for the smoke and heat.

Gale let's go off my shoulders and I bolt up right. "What is going on?" I choke out.

"The house...is on fire." he coughs, struggling to get out of bed.

"What?" I shout in disbelief, throwing aside the covers and finding my way to the door. Gale follows close behind.

I open it and the scene is horrifying.

Bright orange light emanates from down the hall. I begin to step out to find the flickering inferno when Gale pulls me back.

"No, get out that way!" He instructs over the cracking roar of fire.

I don't let go of his arm as he starts to march into the hallway. "Don't leave me!" I squeak.

He turns to me with his famous comforting smile and I begin to believe that everything is all right. "Rissa, it's fine. Get out and go to Azalea's window."

"What about you?" I ask, letting fear envelope me in it's grasp.

"Rissa, I'll be fine. I'll go get Azalea and escape." I can barely hear his reassuring voice over the bellowing conflagration.

"Go, Rissa! We don't have time!"

I stare up to him in shock, scared of the happening. He leans down and kisses me before he turns and races down the hallway.

Coming to my senses, I spin on my heel and grab my robe. As I am tying the cloth around me, I finally run up to the window. I tug on the rope of the blinds. Soon enough, the blinds scroll up and I go to work on opening the window.

I unlock the hinges when a huge crash comes from down the hall. I let out a shrill of terror, wondering if it was anything dealing with Gale.

Once I undo the locks, I lift up the small sliding glass of the window and step over the seal.

I land on the ground with a thud and the bitter coldness of November rushes towards me.

Ignoring any minor details, I focus in on the adjacent window and sprint for it.

When I reach it, I hear a faint baby's cry and my heart melts.

OH, THEY BETTER BE ALRIGHT.

I pound frantically on the window, alerting Gale that I am there.

I get no response.

Another crash follows and panic begins to course through my veins.

Automatically, I turn and search for a near by rock. I pick up a fair sized one and chuck it at the window. Cracks appear.

MORE. I NEED MORE ROCKS!

I bend over and start picking up random ones to throw at the window. More and more cracks become visible until I am satisfied with my work. I run up and peel away the loose shards.

"Gale!" I call out in the process, seeing if he is there.

All I get in return is Azalea's torturous sobs.

"Azalea! Gale!"

I finally break through the window when I see the threatening wood planks fall over Azalea's crib.

GASP! :O

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