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I love you guys who read this! Your amazing. And I am more than happy to accept OC's. I will accept any suggestions and add it in. I kind of need a crush or love for one of the two though or a friend! Thanks.

Swann

She had slept well the previous night. Today was breakfast and they knew mom couldn't cook but only hunt. So they went out to eat at the bakery. Her mom gave a rare smile.

"I have a surprise my love." She said.

Her eyes widened. She acted happy and excited, making her mom chuckle. Not even her Dad, who had found out everything, found out this secret yet. She was an actor, a Fake. She seemed happy and cheerful but inside she was a nervous and self-conscious twelve year old.

Her mom pulled out the most beautiful, most gorgeous dress she had ever seen. She gasped and she felt her fingers pulled forward by a force as she felt the soft velvet dress that her mother held. It was violet, with lace trim, and made of velvet. Her mom loved to play around with her hair and in he hands she held a curling iron.

She began to curl her dark brown hair that matched her blue eyes. She peeked in the mirror and although she knew she was beautiful right now, she saw a girl with a braid over her shoulder, a bow in her hands, and a dirt-stained face. It was her with her mother's appearance.

Even the story frightened her. Mom had showed her the video of her year in the games. She saw herself on the games in the mirror. In fact she had been having weird dreams every night now since the story her mom had told her.

Last night she heard a scream, she felt blood wash over her, and then there was a piercing laugh through the air of an old man who seemed about 90 years old, and he coughed as he laughed. Then he looked right at her and said some haunting words she would never forget.

"Swann Rose Mellark, I know who you are, I know who your brother is. I'm ready for death, hot sticky death, and blood. I'm nearly dead of old age, but I can still kill you at this age. Roses, oh roses. The middle name you have isn't for nothing. It is a haunting nightmare and a girl your mom once loved. Katniss Everdeen...love her while you can, dear child." Then she woke up.

She never saw the man, only heard his voice. She heard those words every time in a dream, never bothering to tell her mom. She knew that she would worry, and start to cry and whimper. She was steady right now. She didn't want to ruin that either.

Katniss Everdeen. She recognized that as her mother's maiden name. She saw rain puddles from the night before everywhere. She hated winter. The only good part was Christmas, and the singing choirs, and dancing people.

Her parents walked out the door, followed by a grumpy looking Jago. He didn't like going out to eat, like he hated the outside world. Swann grinned. "I love going out to eat!" She had a goofy look in her eyes that was all too fake but they fell for it like they always did.

Jago wrapped his jacket tighter around himself. It was cold on her dress, but she wasn't such a baby as Jago. Oops, she one He hated being called that word. She felt terrible immediately even though she only said it in her head and he couldn't hear her thoughts.

They walked out of Victor's Village and to the bakery of which Peeta's brothers owned once his father died and mother. They still had to pay but it wasn't a huge problem being the victors they were.

They walked forward. Tomorrow was school for them. They were popular there, because of their parents. When they asked why their parents were so popular, they just chuckled. Now they knew, although she had known for awhile.

They soon arrived at the bakery and got some pancakes and a wonderful liquid called syrup that you put on the pancakes. This was the best bakery in town, you were lured by the scent of which you could smell from across town nearly.

The place was full this morning, full of hungry people. She saw a few friends from school, some of which were recognizable, some of which who weren't. There was a young woman flirting with a nervous boy. And a man with wrinkled hands, his face hidden beneath his hat.

They all began to eat, Swann thinking to herself. Things like: That's Holly and Willoh from school! Or That boy looks nervous...

She always did this, examining the background of the place. She saw the man take off his hat for a brief second and then put it back on. That was strange. He was hiding from the world like Jago. She laughed and her family stared at her.

She looked up. "What?" They shook their heads. Then it was a normal breakfast. He brother picked at his food, even though she knew he was taking it for granted, their parents gobbled their good down. She ate her food slowly and neatly.

Then she looked around. They were already wasting sunlight. The few sunlight that wasn't covered by clouds. And then she thought of sitting by her friends since this family was so depressed and sad unlike the rest of happy district 12 that her mom said was once gloomy and poor.

Everyone ate silently. The old man, however, just sat there with his hat over his face entirely, a bandana over his mouth as well. The only ones talking was the obnoxious young woman who wouldn't shut her mouth as she went on and on to the young man who she guessed was her date. Poor him.

Willoh and Holly were whispering, she knew the best friends were both very why and tried not to attract attention to themselves. Then it began to snow and three toddlers pressed their noses against the bakery window.

Peeta's brothers scolded them and their mother yelled. The snow created a blanket of snow across the streets which caused the man to smile in some sort of odd way

Nobody except small children liked the snow, but he was smiling. Who knew. He could have been thinking about anything. But then when her mom was looking at him, right at him, he took off the hat, and took off the bandana which had a large blood stain on it from the old man with hair white as snow, coughing up blood.

Then her mom uttered two words she thought she would never hear again. Two words she had tried to forget, a simple name.

Those words were: "President Snow?"