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-Blay

I try and calm myself down. What could Dylan be doing?

I take deep breaths.

But still. My heart rate picks up.

I try and think of what will calm me down.

I know.

I head towards the kitchen and hunt down the ingredients to make chocolate cake.

One of the few things I inherited from my dad was the need to bake when I felt stressed.

There's something strangely relaxing about it all.

I have this recipe memorized for all the times I've had to use.

I find myself falling into the routine.

I'm focusing so hard on what I'm doing I don't even notice when my dad walks up behind me.

"You ok?" he asks.

I jump, he chuckles darkly.

I don't say anything.

He moves from behind me and moves to lean on the counter.

"What's the matter Julie?" he asks.

He knows the only time I ever really bake anymore is when something is bothering me.

"Daddy, I want you to be completely honest with me. I don't want and crap about how 'I'm to young' or 'I won't be able to handle it'."

He raises his eyebrow at me.

"I want to know what the hell is going on." I say, turning to look at him.

He doesn't say anything.

"Don't try and lie either, I heard mom on the phone with someone."

He sighs then asks, "What did you hear?"

"I heard her talking about it being a huge disaster and not wanting to alarm everyone."

"Damn rebels." He mutters.

"Dad," I practically yell. "Just tell me what's going on."

"Old Capitol rebels want the old system back. The Capitol, and the Districts and the Hunger Games." He says.

"Why?" I ask. Utterly shocked that anyone could want that.

"They miss it for some unknown reasons. They've been quiet for the past few years, but their growing. They're trying to overthrow our government. They've tried to break in to the Capitol building a few times. None of them have ever really managed to go far, but a few hours ago they got in, killed a few guards. They want your mother and I to go and assess everything. Try and figure out a plan. They've been causing all sorts of trouble in a few of the Districts." He explains.

I feel like I'm about to be sick.

How could anyone want the Games back?

"When are you leaving?" I ask him.

"In a few hours." He says frowning, "I'm so sorry we have to leave you Julie."

I smile roughly. I mustn't let him know that it's affecting me so much.

"It's no problem dad. It's a part of your job."

"You're a lot stronger than people give you credit for Juliet." He says. He hugs me, kisses the top of my head and then is off.

I stand there thinking.

How can I help?

Surely there's someway.

I'm not just going to sit here while my parents are off handling something so dangerous.

I need help.

I need someone who won't tell me that I'm to young.

I have a short list of people I think I can go to.

I narrow it down and decide it's about time I called someone.

I walk over to the bookcase, pull out an address book and head over to phone.

I flip for a few pages before I find whom I need.

I send a silent prayer for the number to still be connected.

It rings for what seems like an eternity.

Then finally, someone answers. "Hello?"

I take a deep breath and ask, "Hello, is Gale Hawthorne there?"