A/N: Yay! Chapter… I have no idea what chapter this is. 12, I think? I hope so, cause that's my lucky number! :D I really have like no idea what I'm doing for this chapter, but hopefully it'll turn out good. :P I would've updated sooner, but I had to go shave my arms… *awkward cough* yeah, never mind.

Also, I want to give a shout-out to Ash28999 for her AWESOME REVIEW! First, she compared me to Suzanne Collins (I fainted for about half a second), and then she gave me like 12 SMILEYS! I mean, what more could a girl ask for? ;D Thank you Ash, I LOVE YOU! (in a writer to reader sort of way ^_^)

Last of all, I just need to rant about this real fast. Who else hear hates those prudes who are all like, 'I'm gunna report you if you don't follow the rules' ? Cause I know I do. I was reading this awesome story and I read the reviews and some chick is all like 'If you don't change your story, I'm gunna have to report you.' So I go on the chick's profile and she has this whole little section saying, 'I review first telling people about their mistakes but I will go through with my threats' and 'English not being your first language isn't an excuse for grammar errors' and I was like WHO THE HECK DOES THIS CHICK THINK SHE IS? I don't know it just looked like she thought everyone had to write to her expectations. I blocked her right away so that I didn't get spammed with her 'threats'.

Sorry for that rant and my long authors notes. :P

Disclaimer: I don't own the Hunger Games, or the characters, or the setting, or… anything else really…

Katniss' POV:

"What other options can we choose from? Feeding her lines I obviously not working," Plurtach stated. Obviously, he was talking about my attempt at a propo. It had failed miserably.

"I have an idea," Haymitch announced gruffly. "Think about it. Think about all the times that Katniss has touched your heart or left a lasting impression."

The room went silent for a couple of seconds, before Plurtach spoke up. "When she volunteered for her sister at the Reaping. To protect her."

Haymitch nodded. "Perfect. What else have we got?"

"When she sang Rue to sleep," one of the members of my film crew said.

"When she kissed Peeta before going to the Feast!" Octavia blurted out quickly. My whole prep team was here to make sure I looked my best during filming, of course.

Haymitch nodded again. "Exactly. These are all things that have shaped Katniss in people's minds. And during all of these events, was she fed lines, or was she really just being herself?"

The room went silent, but we all knew the answer.

"What are you trying to say, Haymitch?" Plurtach asked unsurely.

Haymitch sighed. "What I'm saying, is that if we want good footage, we have to get her in some real action. That's where the magic happens. In action."

"I guess that could be arranged," Pluratch responded slowly. "We'll have to set up some precautions to make sure she stays safe though, of course. Wouldn't want our Mockingjay to get hurt, now would we?"

I shifted in my seat uncomfortably.

Coin stood up from her seat at the head of the table. "The meeting is dismissed. Katniss, we will alert you of any advances in this plan."

I nodded before sliding out of my seat. I sauntered through the hallways and made my way through the kitchen, where I knew Peeta was helping the cooks prepare for dinner.

I opened the door to the main kitchen and almost immediately a sweet aroma filled my senses and the heat of the ovens made my eyes tear up. It smelled like cinnamon and crème, which surprised me since we had never been given either of those things at any meal.

No one seemed to mind me coming in, since everyone knew who I was, so I made my way through the workers and ovens until I saw a familiar head of blonde hair. I came up behind him and wrapped my arms around his torso from behind, making him jump in surprise.

"Katniss, you scared me!" Peeta laughed as he turned around.

I released my hold on him and smiled. "That was my objective," I responded matter-of-factly. "Are you almost done? I'm getting bored on my own."

He rolled his eyes. "Oh, of course. God forbid that Katniss Everdeen gets bored!" I smacked him lightly on the shoulder.

"Hey…"

"Alright I'm sorry," he chuckled. "But in response to your question, I actually just finished," he said before removing his apron and hanging it up.

We were about to start walking out of the kitchen when the intercom above us crackled to life.

"Citizens of District 13. We have just received notice that Capitol hovercrafts loaded with bombs are approaching the District. Please do not panic and calmly proceed your assigned emergency quarters."

"Shit," I mutter. "They're bombing us again."

The next moment, it's total chaos. Baking utensils are flying in the air, aprons are thrown to the ground, and everyone is running. Peeta grabs my hand and we both begin to run as well. We throw ourselves out of the entrance to the kitchen, and I immediately spot Mother, Father, and Prim in the crowd. I drag Peeta over to where they are, and quickly grab Prim's hand with my free one. We push through the crowd, Peeta, Prim, and I linked by our hands and Mother and Father linked the same way.

We finally make it to the doors which hide the emergency quarters, and quickly shove through the doors. It's less crowded here, as people have escaped to their assigned quarters. My breathing is coming out in raggedy gasps and I'm sure my braid has been destroyed, but I couldn't care less. All that mattered was that my family was safe. And Peeta, but I guess to all the districts we were family, since he had told all of Panem that we were married.

There are a few people in the main emergency corridor with us, but none of them stand out to me until my eyes find a familiar snarl.

"Johanna!"

Sorry for the shortness but its 9:40pm and if I don't get in bed soon my mom is going to kill me. :P Remember to review! Reviews=UPDATE! (tee hee I'm one of those weird people who like math and English class more than science and social studies! :D)