A/N: Please don't hate me for this chapter…

Chapter 1: Two Tributes

Early one morning when we were all sitting at the table, my mother announced, "I'm starting a rebellion."

We all nearly choked on our food. "W-What?" My father asked, his voice deathly calm, the way he gets when he's furious.

She repeated it.

"Now, why in the hell would you do that? You want to get killed?"

"I want to be fair."

"Fair, is not worth the price of dying! At least not you! You almost died—numerous times during the rebellion!"

She calmly continued eating as if talking of rebellion was nothing out of the ordinary. "And it obviously didn't work did it?"

No. No it didn't. And dad knew that well enough, so he didn't have an answer. It's obvious where I get my bravery—and stupidity—from. And besides, if anyone even heard us talking about rebellion, we'd all be dead. So it was a subject we were better off dropping. And saying in front of Gwyn before a school day? Well, he was always such a big-mouth I couldn't understand how he could ever keep it a secret.

So we headed off to school. He was practically bouncing with excitement at seeing his friends again. I, on the other hand, couldn't care less. I didn't have friends. I was like, the most popular girl in school (because of my parents), and yet I had no friends. I just wasn't friendly. You could see where I got that from, too.

Class flew by in a blur. It seemed blissfully short. And I was reminded—in every single class—that the Reaping is in a week. And I must admit, I was scared, actually terrified would be a more appropriate word.

Over the next couple of days, nothing happened, there was no more talk of rebellion, but my mother often snuck around acting very secretive. But I was too busy with my school work to find out what she was doing.

But three days later, my mother did what she said. She started a rebellion. Or at least an uprising. She had gathered others who felt the same way, who were terrified for their children who they'd hoped, would never have to go to through the Reaping.

Before we knew it Peacekeepers were shooting people at random, firing bullets into the massive crowd. One hit my mother right in the stomach. The scream stuck in my throat. I was over to her before she even hit the ground. I could vaguely hear Gwyn crying in the distance, calling for her.

My father's hand felt strange on my shoulder as he steered me away. He leaned down and picked up my mother. She was still breathing, but she was losing blood—fast. If she didn't get to the hospital in time—I didn't even want to think about it.

Gwyn was still calling out for her. I turned and saw him being held back by someone. "Come on, Gwyn. We're going home." I said, grabbing his hand and pulling him away.

"Where's mommy?" he sounded so sad.

Okay, so how could I tell him the truth without scaring him to death? "Well, um, she got hurt, and Daddy is taking her to the hospital." Well, it wasn't exactly a lie.

"Can we go?"

"No," I snapped. He looked ready to cry. "Look, I don't think we would even be allowed to, so we're going home."

Sometimes he was so mature; it was easy to forget he was only eight.

"What was going on?" He asked/

When we were home I pulled him into his room, and sat him down on his bed. "Look, Gwyn. I don't know if you know, but things are not like they were. You need to be careful. That was an uprising. But you can't ever, EVER talk about it, okay? You'll be in big trouble."

He nodded. I seriously hoped he'd understood what I was saying, and didn't just hear blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. The phone rang. I practically fell down the stairs trying to get to the kitchen to answer it.

"Hello?" I answered the phone.

"Prim," Dad sounded sad. Oh no…

"Dad! What happened?"

He was silent for minute. "I…your mother…she—she."

Oh no. No, no, no. This could NOT be happening. No. No! NO! The phone dropped out of my hand, and hit the floor. My whole life was crumbling under my feet. I almost screamed. I actually might have, I'm not sure.

Gwyn ran down the stairs. He saw the phone on the ground and picked it up. He listened for a minute, before he hung up. He looked calm, maybe Dad hadn't told him. I was crying though. Actually sobbing would be a more accurate word.

Gwyn was confused, but he sat next to me on the floor. Even though he didn't know why I was crying, he started crying. When he found out…I knew he'd be depressed. He loved Mom. He was a mama's boy, all the way.

When dad came home, he just sat down next to us, and put his arms around our shoulders. My mother, so brave, so loving…she'd been the best mother I could've imagined, but now…I'd been afraid after she had told me she had made the Capitol angry. Then she assured me that president was gone, and I felt safe, happy that they probably wouldn't go after her.

And now it was her own idea that killed her. How would we ever get over it? Maybe we wouldn't. I wiped the tears from my eyes, and looked at my dad. He was leaning back against the wall, his eyes closed, and tears streaming down his cheeks.

They'd gone through so much, the Games, the Capitol, the Rebellion, him getting hijacked, getting married, having me and Gwyn. And it was over. Nothing was going right. Not at all.

We just sat there for a long time, just sitting. Finally dad got up, and held out his hands. He pulled us up and said, "We're going to be okay, got it? We're all going to miss her, but we're going to get through it."

"We're gonna forget mommy?" Gwyn looked like he was about to cry again.

"No," dad said. "We're not, we never will."

The days went by in a blur of tears, and "It'll be okay," "I'm so sorry about your mom." I didn't want to be reminded! I was having enough trouble without all the people being sorry for me!

The Reaping came all too fast. It was like one minute after I lose my mother I have to go see if I'm going to be thrown into the arena, too. Who knows, maybe if I do, I'll die, and I'll see my mother again.

I was near the back of small area. My heart was beating too fast, I though everyone could hear. The Capitol escort, Effie Trinket, was even more freakish than my parents had described.

"Well," she said. "Looks it should be another exciting Hunger Games!" there was no back to her words. I could tell she was disappointed that the Games were started again.

"Ladies first" her smile was back as she crossed the stage to the glass ball that held the girls' names.

It took her a moment to grab one. She smoothed it out, and her smile faded for a moment, then came back as she read the name.

"Primrose Everdeen!"

What? No. No. NO! My name was in their twice! I-I couldn't! I was almost as safe as you can get. Although, my aunt, who I was named for, had only been twelve and she was reaped. That's when my mother and father went into the Games…

As I walked up, I glanced at dad. He looked mortified. I slowly walked up the steps to where Effie Trinket stood, smiling at me.

"Well, well, a child of not, but TWO victors! How exciting!"

Exciting? Ha.

"How about a round of applause for our tribute?"

Nobody clapped. I looked at my dad. He nodded a tiny bit, then pressed the middle three fingers of his left hand to his lips, then held his hand out toward me. After a minute, everyone had followed his lead.

Effie Trinket was already waddling back to the podium with the boy's slip in her hand. "Artie Hawthorne."

Oh no, Artie Hawthorne. Great. His father had been in love my mother. This should be interesting. We hadn't talked much except when his family came over to out house, or vice versa, since he was a year ahead of me.

We shook hands and we were escorted to the Justice Building.

After a minute in the cleanest room I'd ever seen, dad and Gwyn walked in. I wondered why dad would possibly come, when he's going to be my mentor. Maybe Gwyn couldn't come in by himself.

Gwyn immediately jumped into my arms. He started crying and buried his face in my shirt. And this time it was me that was saying everything would be okay. Too soon their time was up, and Dad had to actually pull Gwyn off me, so they could leave. Dad had to be at the train station before I got there, and he had to take Gwyn to 'Uncle' Haymitch.

I was marched back out by the Peacekeepers and was directed into a car. I'd been in a couple of cars in my life, but this one was definitely the fanciest, with so many extra buttons that I had no idea what they did.

Dad was waiting at the platform with Effie. Artie was just pulling up in another car, too. People were waving and photographers were taking pictures. We went in and the doors closed behind us.

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