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(Katniss's POV)

My eyes flutter open and I am in his arms as usual. Normally Peeta would be up earlier to prepare for the kids first day of school but I understand since he was probably up hours after I fell asleep working on a huge order. But I guess I can get things started for once. But I still have time to just lay here and think.

No nightmares. Odd considering the fact that yesterday May commented sarcastically that she's afraid that high school is going to be like a horrible prison. Peeta knew he was on the edge of an episode and had to lock himself in our bedroom and I refused that May follow me upstairs where I comforted him where he didn't return downstairs until he had to to work on the order. May and Brogan were fast asleep by the time so I decided to go to bed myself.

Forcing myself to get up I walk across the hallway to May's doorframe. The beautiful blue eyes that her and Peeta share are covered with her heavy eyelids and a ratted mass of dark hair surrounds her head. May: 14, beautiful, about to find out all about her parents past. My body shakes with tears silent to all ears but Peeta's.

"Hey, are you going to be okay?" He says slowly rubbing circles along my back, an action that has calmed me since we were teenagers...since my first games.

"Yes...I think so." I turn my head a place a soft peck on his cheek.

"Okay...come I'll make some breakfast, you want pancakes?" I nod at his question and watch him as he walks as silently as possible downstairs to the kitchen. May... what will she think...hate us...hate ME... I don't think I would be able to handle that. Not after I refused for nearly 15 years to have children in the first place. I sigh and move on to the next room over. My son, his room oozes with the feeling of a typical boy, but add in my singing talent and Peeta's kindness and you have Brogan. His curly blond hair and grey eyes like mine give the perfect balance in our family. Brogan: 12, handsome, two years away from learning about our past. God will I ever stop worrying.

I succumb to the mouth watering smell coming from the kitchen. My husband's back faces me. Even as middle aged citizens it still strikes me how much we still retain our youthful skin. He's almost as cute and muscular as he was in our teens and twenties. I sneak up behind him and ruffle is blond curls. I make him jump and I and I have to shout out a victorious laugh.

"If you didn't have that dang hunters tread." Peeta says chuckling to himself. I wrap my arms around his waist and nestle my forehead into his neck. It's times like this that I am grateful that I realized my foolishly obvious feelings for Peeta. I may not have known it during the games, except for those few kisses where I was given hints, but it consumes my mind whenever we are together, gosh even when we aren't together. Our moment is interrupted by lots of heavy footsteps speeding down the stairs.

"Good morning." Peeta says to both Brogan and May. They both nod hello, seeming to be consumed with thoughts of their first day. I notice how nice my children look, even Brogan. May is wearing the color that is somewhat ment for her: yellow. She wears a nicely fitting dress of that color and ties her hair in a loose ponytail with a yellow ribbon. Brogan wears a simple black polo shirt and jeans, it may not be much but it's a nice change from t-shirts and basket ball shorts. After a few awkward and silent minutes I have to speak up.

"Sooooooo...May, are you excited to start the year?" I say trying to force a convincing smile.

She frowns and takes while to respond,"I don't know, I guess I'm just nervous I'm gonna learn something I'd rather not know." May finishes her sentence with a chuckle." My lips part to say something but she beats me to it.

"You know like how babies are made or something..." she giggles and I blush at the thought of what is going on in her young mind. Brogan clears his throat and I know he wants Peeta or me to start a conversation with him.

"What about you Brogan?" Peeta starts.

"What about me?"

"Well...are you excited about you're first day of school" Peeta says, trying to get him to talk

"Yeah I guess, I mean I'd rather stay home and have double the summer, but it we'll be nice to see more of my friends." Brogan says.

Peeta nods his head and we all go back to eating, and before we know it they are getting on the bus to go to school, and Peeta and I are off to start our days. And as I walk away from my home, but deep down I know, like when Delly got married to Jake Dalton, that they were tears of relief.

(May's POV)

The school bus comes to a stop and I notice how different the kids are here than at the middle school. Last year as an eighth grader the only kids I had to deal with were the kids in my grade, and the younger kids stayed out of our way. But now, the kids her are 17,16,15,and finally 14: my age group. I do a prayer in my head hoping that I get through the first day without a hitch. Then I see him. Lars is one of my best friends, we are a group of three, Me, Him, and my best girlfriend Alisia (We just call her Ali though). It's really,really hard having to live in a situation where your crush, since the 3rd grade, are best friends. I try to slow my racing heart as I walk up to him. He nods off another boy and turns and smiles at me. God he's beautiful. With tan skin, sand colored hair and striking green eyes, it confuses me that even in our younger age, he doesn't have a girlfriend. "Hey, May!"He shouts to me. My pace quickens and come together for a friendly hug. Ugh, friendly.

He looks at me with those stunning eyes of his and speaks. "May! How have you been?"

After I calm the heart in my chest that acts like I have been running for an hour from when we hugged I say, "Oh I've been fine, if just a little nervous, but who wouldn't be when starting high school."

"You can say that again," he says shaking his head playfully. "Anyway,did Ali tell you what happened in two."

"Ugh, no, all she said was, and I quote, 'something superduperdy-like thing happened to me and I can't wait to tell you when I get back to twelve' she say something similar to you?" I say giving in to the smile that appears when I repeat Ali's words.

"You can bet on it." We both have to laugh at our best friend's strangeness, but soon we hear, "Huh, what happened can I hear the joke?"

I let out an involuntary squeal at the sound of her voice. "ALI!" I scream. We both make a beeline for the other and we collide for a hug.

"Ahh! Lars!" she breaks our hug and runs over to Lars and pulls him with us and somehow gets us in a group hug. Oh how I have missed Ali.

"So, Ali what is the thing you where going to tell us?" I ask.

"Later, at lunch, Okay?" We both nod knowing it must be really cool. We all walk into the large school and I notice that I am getting some strange stares thrown my way.

"Why are they looking at you like that?" Lars asks. The only response I can give is a shrug. We have to separate for the need of having to go to out lockers. As I grab my books for first period I feel a light tap on my shoulder.
"Excuse me but you wouldn't happen to be the Daughter a Katniss Eve- I mean Mellark and Peeta Mellark?" a girl says. What? How would this random girl know my parents. Has to be because of the Bakery..right?

"Yeah, why?"I say completely confused by the whole thing. How would these older kids know me, let alone go on asking about my parents?

"Oh no reason...we knew you were coming this year...must be a grade thing or something." The strange girl quickly scampers off with her friends. I am left lone to wonder about the strange event while I gather my books for first period.