Rosemary Isolde Finch, District 8, Female, Age 15

"The war's over, why do we need to keep making these?" I gestured to the white strand of fabric before me, what would soon become a peacekeeper's outfit. During the war, my family and I had assisted the Capitol by making peacekeeper uniforms, I had assumed that after the war, our efforts would no longer be needed.

Apparently, I assumed wrong. I turned to the woman standing beside me. Her name was Ella, we haven't really conversed much, but at the moment she's the sole form of entertainment in the building. "I don't know Rose, but really I don't think the war's ever over."

I quirked an eyebrow at that, but still continued on my task. She did the same, at the moment she was threading her needle through the fabric sewing it together with another. I, at the moment, was measuring a long piece of white for what was going to be the arms.

"Go on." I urged her. She took a deep breath before stopping her sewing and tuning to fully face me. I did the same, crossing my arms, I raised an eyebrow in confusion. "Well, is the war ever really over? Sure, we won, but did we really? How many lives were lost in that war, how many more are to come? Listen, Rose, I lost my best friend in that war. And we're still treated like scum! Our whole district is divided between rebel and loyalist. Please Rose, think about it."

I just stared, thinking, "Ella-" I started, but a harsh whisper threw me off guard. "Just go back to sewing, Rose." Normally I would get mad, but this was Ella. And I was in work, surely it would be public punishments for the both of us. I dropped the measuring tape, and instead started on the cutting of said fabric. Grabbing a pair of scissors.

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I started counting, it helped with my anger. Well, I prefer the word, feisty personality. But, I've definitely been working on it. Last time I lashed at work, well, let's just say that I still have the scars to prove it. I was thinking. About Ella's words, as crazy as they were, it made me think.

I mean, we all k ow that Ella lost her best friend in the war, but imagine if that was my best friend. I sure wouldn't be as calm as Ella was now, and maybe that was my downfall. To be honest, if my best friend had died, I'm pretty sure I would be dead with her.

Just instead of being killed by the rebels like her, it would have been public execution for me. Not something I want.

"Shit!"

I stared down at my now bleeding hand, I looked at the scissors in my other hand, now stained with blood. Yes kids, this is what happens when you're too caught up in thought than to care about the scissors you could potentially harm yourself with.

Groaning, I stared at my peacekeeper's outfit. Instead of the usual white, it was now stained red. Groaning once more, a little bit of whining along the way, I trashed it. "Great. Now I'm gonna have to start all over again. If it weren't for Ella-"

"Rose?"

With a forced smile on my face I turned. "Ella?"

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"Never mind." She turned back to her uniform, not before handing me a fresh strip of white fabric. "Here, I had leftovers." "Thanks." I barely mumbled my thanks before taking the white from her hand. I stared at it before sighing, and I started measuring once more.

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"I'm home." I call out, hoping someone will be home. With the whole family working, it's almost guaranteed that you'll come here me to an empty house. But it seems like today is not that day, "Hey!" I turned to see my younger sister, Petra, poke her head out of the kitchen. The white painted walls now flaking and peeling, some bits falling off as her bubbly head disappears behind the kitchen door once more.

Seconds later, she emerges with another girl on tow. Her twin, Coraline. "Are mom and dad home?" They both shake their heads. Dirty blonde hair, quite like mine, swaying as they do. My big, green-grey eyes soften as I watch my thirteen year old sisters, struggle to not show their disappointment.

"How 'bout, Addie?" My other sister Addie, short for Adeline, was fifteen. Unlike both I and the twins, she had brown, slightly auburn hair, but we all share the eyes. Inherited from our father.

Again, my two little sisters, shook their heads. I sighed, "It's fine. Not your fault that their still at work." I saw the sad expression on their face still. Ruffling Oetra's hair, Iw lakes into the kitchen, the twins in tow. "How about we make dinner for everyone, sounds good?"

"Yeah." Agreed Coraline. "Sure." Responded Petra. I clasped my hands together. "Then it is settled. What are we making?" I started looking through cabinets, for things that are still edible. " Meh." Is probably the best answer I received.

"Okay." Rubbing my temple, "Stew it is."

And with that, our stew was cooking in no time. And by that I mean, a good few minutes, which is why I let my baby sisters have fun playing chef, instead of plaguing them on where our family may be.

"Where's the herbs?" I turned towards my left, where Cora was currently sticking her head into a brown cupboard, looking madly for food. While Petra did the same on the other side, her cabinet though, was green. "Yeah," Agreed Petra, this time from her right, "Where is everything?"

"Mom and I were suppose to go buy everything tonight actually." I whispered, my doubts resurfacing as to why nobody was home yet. Hopefully the horrid images my mind was creating were very far the actual thing. I tried not to show my fear or worry, as I continued chopping some vegetables for the soup. I hid my face from both of them, hoping that they were too young to be able to read my expression.

"Speaking of which-" I knew they were going to ask about where everyone was. I couldn't do that to them. Panicking and quickly thinking on the spot resulted in an answer. or more specific, a reason to cut Petra off. Who's head was now outside of the cabinet and eyeing her wearily.

"Here, how 'bout I go buy them now?" I stated, putting down my knife. Rushing out of the kitchen. Not giving either twin protest. I was already in a bad mood and they knew not to challenge my temper, even if it had gotten slightly better.

Without waiting for a response, I grabbed a pouch of money, what mom and I were going to use to go food shopping around the different stalls and shops. "Bye, keep doing what you can while I go get the food!" I think I heard an, "I love you, bye!" From which twin, I have no idea. I dashed out the door, the cold breeze hitting me hard. I shivered, but wasn't going to dwell on it now.

I simply rubbed my upper arm, in annoyance, and kept walking. The market place of District 8, was fairly close to our home. I gripped the pouch, which I had rested in my pocket, making sure it hadn't gone.

My black tank-top was definitely not warm enough for today, which is fairly weird, considering it is the middle of summer. I started hurrying when the first shop of the market place caught my eye. Our District was mostly, grey, bland and industrial. The market place was the only exception. It may not have been the most colorful sight, but compared to the bland, grey District, it was a sight for sore eyes.

I could smell the warm bread coming from the shops. The fresh fruits and vegetables looked practically glowing, when compared to the sight around it. I bumped into a lady at one point, I may have snapped at her, earning a shoe on my foot. And myself counting to at least twenty. It turned out the shopkeeper in one of the shops wouldn't accept my money. Earning him a piece of my mind, and earning a couple hundred screams for holding up the line. Everything went wrong, although I had managed to score a good haul.

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It wasn't until on my way home did things go horribly wrong. I couldn't seem to squish my way through a crowd of people. All huddled around a stage. Annoyed, I elbowed my way to the front, in order to see what was going on. I gasped and almost dropped my groceries. There on the stage was none other than Addie herself. She was bruised, bloodied and had a black mask over her face. But I knew it was her. The clothing for one was a sure give-away.

"Addie." I whispered. I started shaking, with anger, fear, realization. I was trembling. My hands shaking. There she stood on the stage, a gun poised over her head. Two peacekeepers stood over her. One of them pushed her to the ground, she fell to her knees. A horrifying cry echoing as she fell. My heart stopped. Some of her auburn hair falling from its mask as the sudden motion carried her forward. The gun was cocked, and was now mere inches away from her temple. The whole market place was silent. And so was I.

"This girl, tried to hurt me, while she was working in a factory for making dresses and formal wear," The guard who had pushed her down was speaking. "Seems she was fed up with 'the Capitol's little games'. Her words folks not mine. Seems, she was tired, sick, insulted by us. Well, now look where she is. As good as dead. Or, will be in a matter of seconds. This girl, is nothing more than a filthy little traitor. Telling us she was a loyalist, before brutally turning her back on us forever. Well, now she'll be able to think about her choice... forever." I turned, a sob hitched in my throat as I heard the gunshot. The sound of her body hitting the cold wood beneath her. I wouldn't bear to look. I wouldn't make a sound. I felt a tear roll down my cheek, down to my chin, and finally falling onto the brown soil below me.

I finally turned, brave enough to look at the dead body of my sister. What I saw was horrifying. Her body was slumped over, as if she were sleeping with both hands on her back. She looked so peaceful, even if her eyes couldn't be seen. She may as well have been sleeping. But I knew that if I went up to feel for a pulse, all I would feel was the cold, smooth skin of my sisters corpse. She would be ice cold, and her wrist would be silent.

It shouldn't have surprised me too much, Addie was always talking about the Capitol, I just never knew she'd take it as far as this. i thought it was all talk and no play. But I guess I was proven wrong. I turned again, not bearing to look for any longer.I turned and ran, all the way back home. Pushing my fellow citizens of District 8 out of the way, I was still carrying the groceries. The fruit and herbs madly flying around as I raced back home. I wouldn't tell my sisters anything.

They were too young, too innocent, and as their big sister i needed to protect them. Like I should have done for Addie. The tears were dry and stuck to my face, in memory of Adeline. And for the first time in my life, I understood Ella endless babbling about how she felt after being deprived from her best friend. Empty and hollow.

But the difference between the two of them is that Rosemary wanted revenge. Ella didn't.

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So Rosemary was fun, I was suppose to write Velkan, but he was hard. So you guys get Rosemary, who I would have done after Velkan, but instead came before. So, sorry.