A/N:

Helloooo citizens of our imaginary District! I am nearly hopping with joy because of those wonderful reviews. :) I have the best readers in the world! So to skip that whole jolly moment and get on with better things in life (for example my story), let's begin reading (and reviewing).

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"Wow," I breathe, sending a screen of fog onto the window. My view is blinded for a second before I wipe the vapor away. Next to me, Bonnie's face breaks into a grin.

"I know."

"But how? It's so many people yet the Capital has never noticed them!"

"The Capital people are too full of themselves. They wouldn't dare to even look at nuclear-infected grounds. It might ruin their manicures or frizz their updoes." I laugh at Bonnie's sarcasm as we both walk away from the wide mirror on the side of the ship. My stomach shrinks in fright, sending itself to my throat, as the ship begins to descend to bare grounds. No matter how many times I fly in one of these crafts, the sinking feeling I get when the ship lands can never be outgrown.

"So what's the plan?" I ask as we seat ourselves in the main living room. Several strangers stroll in and out of the room, either on a phone or studying paperwork. Not one of them glances our way.

"Well, District 13 has been noted that you're with us. They'll most likely be crowding the ship when we land. Don't speak too much, though. Too much knowledge among all of them isn't too safe. You never know…"

"What about the Capital ship? Have they found them?"

Bonnie shrugs and shakes her head. "We haven't seen anything. It's more than likely they've landed in some nearby area. We've already requested for a search group to be sent out. But at the moment, I don't think they've seen the District. After not mapping this place for about seventy-five years, their guessed locations are probably very vague. It'll take them a while to find us."

I glance away and wait patiently as the ship lands smoothly. Suddenly, the whirring noise beneath our feet that had once been the running engine shuts off. I stand up in unison with Bonnie, both of us taking deep breaths.

"Well, this is it," I announce while stretching lazily. A nervous feeling sizzles through my veins for half a second.

"Just stand proud, Girl on Fire." Bonnie smiles at me before starting in a direction towards a now-crowded hall. When we near the hall, the people glance our way and immediately stand aside, giving us space to walk to the exit. I occasionally glance at some faces, only noting them as district people…except a few.

A neatly groomed elderly man at the end of the hall greets us both, informing me his name is Henry.

"Good luck, dear Katniss," he sings, and then he lodges open a handle on the door, sending the metal frame open.

I blink a few times as the blinding sunlight highlights the view. My eyes squint as I study the land in front of me, crowded with what seems like thousands of people.

Somewhere from the back of the crowd, a group of people sound out Rue's melody.

And then, a deafening cheer sends the air around me into a vibrating craze. I break into an ear-to-ear smile and instinctively raise my hand to wave. A nondescript feeling runs through my veins.

And then I felt…hope.

But sadness soon overcomes me as I remember Gale and Peeta's whereabouts. I am safe in the hands of my people while they're locked up God-knows-where. This sends a new streak of audacity through me.

I spot a set-out stage on the right of me and I make my way there, Bonnie trailing behind me. Once I take the stage, a wavering silence settles over the crowd.

I take a microphone out of Bonnie's awaiting hand and bring it to my mouth. It seems like everyone is holding their breath, waiting for my reverent words.

With Peeta, Gale, Cinna, Johanna, and many others that I care so dearly about all in the filthy clutches of the ruthless Capital, there is only one thing I am able to say into the microphone. I study the crowd, each person looking as ragged, worn-out, and frightened as the other.

Because of the Capital.

I take a breath and stare at the crowd as I speak.

"Let the rebellion begin."

I set the microphone down, wholly satisfied as the vociferous cheering follows, rattling my eardrums.

I grin to myself as I glance back at the beaming Bonnie.

For once in my life, I said the perfect thing.