Note: I'm sorry; I just realized I spelled Madge wrong in the last chapter. Forgive me for my screw up. :P

I wake up in the morning, on the train. I get dressed in my favorite color, which is green and I clip the mockingjay pin onto the front of my top. I go down to breakfast. Haymitch is as drunk, as usual.

I sit down and I start eating breakfast slower than I would have 27 years ago which makes Peeta look at me strangely because people starve in 12 and it looks like I am starving. I have not starved for a very long time but I guess it is different now because I am back as a sixteen year old for some reason I do not know yet (I do not want my brain to explode from an overload of weirdness so I try not to think about it). I start eating faster.

I do not need to ask Haymitch for advice because he already told me it about 27 years ago. Peeta keeps bothering Haymitch about it while we are eating breakfast. I do not because I do not want to make Haymitch find me annoying more than he did before and again, I already know.

Peeta keeps bothering Haymitch throughout breakfast and Peeta gets so angry, he takes the bottle liquor Haymitch is holding and throws it out the open window.

I do not remember him doing this before. I watch Haymitch then drunkenly smack him across the face, leaving a red handprint.

This makes me angry. I mimic exactly what I did last time because it was the only thing I could think of, I grab a steak knife and stab it into the table. Haymitch and Peeta look up at me, shocked.

"S'that all you can do with that knife sweetheart?" Haymitch slurs at me, I remember that this Haymitch does not know me. I remember that after I stabbed the table with the knife, I threw it and it stuck into the wall. I have not thrown a knife into a wall in a very long time. I grab the handle of the knife, put the blade in-between my thumb and pointer finger and fling it at the wall. The tip of the blade misses the wall and instead, the hilt hits the wall. The knife clatters to the floor.

Haymitch laughs, drunkenly at me. I am bottled up with rage. Peeta frowns at the knife on the floor.

I excuse myself from the table and I go to my room.

I am sitting on my bed when a thought strikes me. How will I get my old life back if everything is not the same? I can't possibly remember every little thing that I did 27 years ago. It is like a story I read when I was a child, where two men go back in time somehow and one of them accidentally steps on a butterfly. When those men go back to their time, everything changed.

I begin to cry. I lie down in my bed and fall asleep.

I soon realize that falling asleep was a very bad idea.

(Dream)

I am running through the rainforest, from the poisonous fog that is coming up fast behind me. I run as fast as my legs will take me with the spasms the fog causes. Peeta is right behind me, the fog touches his back and he falls down. I stop and run back to him to help him get moving again, but he will not get up. Finnick comes back, but he will not put down Mags, we try to lift Peeta but he is heavy and we drop him. "No." He tells me, he then crawls back towards the fog and he is engulfed in it. I scream, but he does not return and soon I realize he will never return. I hear the cannon go off.

(End of dream)

I am flailing around, almost falling off the bed and screaming. This time, Peeta is not next to me. I realize he will never be next to me again if I do not fix things. I then realize that I was probably screaming at the top of my lungs and I was probably screaming "Peeta!"

That's great. Just great.

The next morning I find Peeta and Haymitch eating breakfast and they do not seem to be giving me weird looks at what happened. Or at least Haymitch might be too drunk to care.

Soon, we arrive at the capitol and Peeta is waving out the window at the crowds. "You never know," he says "maybe there are rich people out there." The old me would have thought that he was trying to kill me and hiding it, now I know he is trying to save me and he does not know I am trying to save him this time too.

In the capitol, they wax my legs and my arms (Ow). This goes on for a very long time. Then they tell me Cinna is going to see me and get me ready soon. Oh My God, the last time I saw Cinna, he was being beaten to a pulp in front of me by Peacekeepers. Now I get to see him again and he was dead! The problem is that if I live through the Hunger Games and the Quarter Quell, I have to see my friends die and my sister. It would be so hard to not try to prevent their deaths no matter how much I want to. But if I want to see my children and have my life back, I will have to accept it. I have to see them die twice.

I want to cry, but it might ruin my future if I haven't already ruined it. What if Cinna is different?

Just then Cinna walks in and I try to pretend I do not know him. It is hard. I do not remember everything he did last time, but he tells me he thought it was brave, what I did for my sister. He tells me that he is going to make us look different, I know this already but I act clueless.

Within the next few hours, I am on fire like I remember. The fake fire looks so real, it appears I am on fire.

We step onto the carriage and since we are last, we wait a while.

Soon we finally start moving and I am waving, even though I don't want to and I hate the capitol and so is Peeta, but he is clueless about the capitol's plans.

He grabs my hand and as much as I don't want to, I pull it away. "Common. They'll love it." He says and I let him grab it and we raise our arms in the air. It is funny, this seems like an act of defiance to me, but to everyone else besides President Snow, it is that we are proud to come from our district. I laugh in my head.

We are getting roses thrown in our faces, they love us. I hate them.