"So now what?" I asked trying to disguise my disappointment. Nothing was even written in the diary! After all this hard work, there was nothing there.

"I don't know. Who buys a diary to leave it empty?" Finnick asked. It was a good point, but maybe they never got around to writing in it that much.

Maple shrugged. We needed a new plan. And as soon as possible would be better. I needed to know about life, my name, who C.S. is, and whatever else there was. I NEEDED to know!

"Wait, I have another idea." Maple said suddenly. Her eyes sparkled excitedly and I could tell this one would be a good one

"Wait, let's hide the evidence!" Finnick said grabbing my hand and looking at the long thin gash that took over most of my palm. My blood was dripping down my fingers.

"I'll run and get bandages and stuff." Maple said.

"Closet outside the bathroom. Disinfectant and bandages." I said as Maple nodded.

"You went a little deep." Finnick said applying pressure. I winced and jerked my hand back. He looked up and I met his gaze.

"Luna, stay still." He said as I sighed and let him continue until Maple came back. Finnick dabbed on the disinfectant and it stung. I winced again and Maple sat on my other side. Finnick gently covered the long, thin gash with a line of bandages and then wrapped it up in an ace.

"Thanks." I said.

"So, I thought of something while I was looking for the first aid stuff. What if there was a key? If you open the main central one, you open all of them." Maple said. It was a brilliant plan, but we had no leads on any key.

And then Finnick did something and mom's diary opened.

"What did you do?" Maple demanded as I laughed.

"I'm not sure." Finnick said shaking his head. And there were words written this time! Amazing! Someone knows how to use a diary! At least my mom had a high enough IQ to use a diary right.

"Luna, you need to read this." Finnick said smirking.

"What?" I asked with a grin. It could be good: a clue on C.S., a clue about the whole Hunger Games mystery, or anything!

"It's about your name." Finnick said reading. My name is a good mystery to solve too. Maybe not top on the priority list, but I'll take it. As long as these diaries are good for something.

Nov. 8th. 3:21 A.M.

I've been pregnant for 8 months and it hurts so badly. Nightmares are terrible, food cravings suck, and Haymitch is making me mad. We decided not to know the baby's gender and we don't have any names picked. We're really bad parents. Personally, I think Baby #1 is a boy, but Peeta swears the baby is a girl. I guess we'll see.

"What does that have to do with my name?" I asked.

"Nothing, read the next page." Finnick said.

Nov. 21st. 2:37 A.M.

Good morning, Baby. Please stop bouncing on my bladder, I don't appreciate it. I can't sleep tonight because you keep trying to crush my ribs to make room for yourself. We still don't know anything about you yet, but I like the surprises. The moon looks so pretty now. It's a nice full, harvest moon. Absolutely gorgeous. Currently eating cottage cheese with strawberries (sounds gross, tastes good). I'm sitting at the kitchen table and looking at the moon. It's amazing, the moon shines so brightly. It keeps away the nightmares and reminds me that I'm fine after having a nightmare. I'm so comfortable, and I think you are too, Baby. The kitchen table is the one place where you let me sleep. Goodnight.

"Okay? Mom thought the moon protected her from bad dreams. But the real question is: what were these dreams?" I asked.

"That's my question. But now we know why you were named Luna." Maple said.

Dec. 2nd. 3:24 A.M.

Ouch. Note to self: never have kids ever again. Peeta woke me up at 3:20 (four minutes ago) saying that the bed was really wet and then pregnancy really hurt...

"Alright, let's skip the gross details." Finnick said flipping the page.

...It is 4:29 A.M. now and you were finally born. Except, not in a hospital. I had Luna Primrose Mellark in the kitchen on the tile. Daddy thoroughly cleaned up and now Luna is asleep. She seems to like the moon too. She always sleeps better in the kitchen instead of her crib. But the windows are facing away from the moon. So maybe we should move the nursery to the second bedroom. Just a thought. But I'm never having kids again.

"Why did I have to like the moon back then? I mean, I still do. But not enough to name a baby after it! And how did Devin come into the picture? Life was so good back then!" I said.

"Not sure. Let's keep reading. When was Devin born?" Finnick asked.

"April 18th, three years later." I said as Finnick flipped to the last page and folded down the corner.

"Alright let's try October 15th, when she found out about Devin." Maple said.

"Alright." I said with a nod.

Oct. 15th. 5:36 P.M.

How could that dumb condom not work?! It's like impossible! I'm on birth control, but I'm pregnant again! I just shuddered from remembering the first child-birth. Of course, I'm thrilled to have Luna around. But I'm not having a no-drug birth and we're going to a hospital this time.

Peeta doesn't know yet and I'm kind of wary to tell him. I mean, he is too easily excited.

Now I have the real feeling it is a boy. It's so different from Luna. It's easier.

"Gross." I groaned.

Someone knocked on my door.

"Hey kids, what are you doing?" Dad asked.

"Oh, we're gossiping about Johanna and Ash." I said as Maple nodded.

"Did you know that mom doesn't eat bananas?" Maple asked as Finnick faked-interest.

"What are you guys reading?" Dad asked skeptically. He knew we weren't really gossiping about Johanna and Ash.

"Finnick brought a yearbook from 4." I said as dad nodded. He seemed to stare at us for a while and Finnick nodded.

Dad shut the door and left.

"That was too close; we need to find somewhere private to read these." I said as Finnick nodded.

"Alright, I'm done reading about Luna." Maple said as we hung out in my room. Maple went to go get dinner for us and she went downstairs.

"What's wrong?" Finnick asked sitting next to me on my bed.

"The way my mom describes me is beautiful. But I don't feel beautiful. My name, my appearance, my intelligence. It all feels like flaws." I said.

"Only because you make them like that." Finnick said.

"I'm not beautiful, Finn. No matter how hard I try to be, there's always something in the way." I said as my eyes welled up.

"Well I think you're beautiful. So much more real than District 4 girls." Finnick said.

"Stop trying to flatter me and stop lying." I said shaking my head. Finnick has never been nice to me. It is highly unlikely that he would start acting nicer now.

"Alright then, listen to me when I say this. You are the most stubborn person ever!" Finnick said grabbing my wrapped up hand and massaging it.

"What are you doing?" I asked smiling a small smile.

"Nothing." Finnick said as Maple brought us food. I gently pulled my hand away and we ate our dinners.

"You want to read more?" Maple asked as I nodded and read quietly out loud. I read about Devin.

"Alright, we're really in the future now. We need to go back to when she was our ages." Finnick said as I flipped to the beginning.

"Hmm... what about this entry?" I asked.

Sept. 7th. 4:46 P.M.

Happy birthday, Prim. I just wish dad could've been there to celebrate with us. Mom is too depressed to do anything now. And it's infuriating. So much for being completely independent. I walked by the bakery and the baker's son gave me a free cake. It was very kind of him. His name is Peeta Mellark and he lives in the richer part of town. However, the Hunger Games are going to begin soon and it is very stressful. Prim is too young to understand what the Hunger Games are, but I'm entered many times since I took the tesserae. The District 12 tributes seem the same as always. That is bad; we haven't had a victor since the Quarter Quell. I think that's it for now.

"That was a bad entry." Maple said frowning.

"What is tesserae?" Finnick asked, looking confused.

"Not sure. But whatever it is, it was really bad." I said.

"Well why is this important?" Maple asked.

"Mom said a big change happened when she was 16 when her life changed." I said handing the diary to Finnick and went to go change into pajamas.

He read an entry.

Sept. 10th. 10 A.M.

I am so scared. I have volunteered to be in the Hunger Games. In order to get out, I have to kill 23 other kids who are in these cruel Games.

"I'm done reading. Feel free to finish the entry. But I don't want to think about my mom killing 23 other kids." I said.

"But your dad was the other tribute for 12 and he's alive too. And he was in the same one as your mom was, so clearly she only had to pick through 22 people. And she may not have even killed anyone. Finnick's dad was a victor and he lived after his Games. My parents were some victors, too, I think. I can just tell. And maybe Annie is one, as well." Maple said.

"I don't care. I'm going to bed." I said pulling my covers over my face and sighing. No one could see me get red in my face and no one could see tears stream down my cheeks. I couldn't imagine mom or dad ever killing kids. But how much do I really know about them?

And it's a Monday night entry. I'm going on a field trip for Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. So I won't be able to post at all! So here you go!

A lot of things were revealed in this chapter. Luna, Finnick, and Maple discovered the Hunger Games (duh duh duuuhhh). And Luna found out about her name.

So chapters 6-18 were bad ones because I changed the plot, so now I have 7 Chapters done. Sorry, guys.

However, with the new plot, things are going to get interesting, drama-filled, and exciting which means... LONGER CHAPTERS! YAY!I mean, they aren't really that short. So far (minus chapter 1) all of them have been longer than 1,000 words. But lucky for you guys.

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