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A girl with arched eyebrows, short blonde hair, slight tan, and a tattoo of a rose on the inside of her forearm stands in front of another girl with fair skin, long dark hair (which is pulled back into a braid), and round-ish eyebrows. "Romy, be careful," the dark-haired girl says."

"Yes, yes" the blonde replies. "No one is going to recognise me. Not even her."

The dark haired one arches an eyebrow. "Are you sure? I mean, you are her-"

"-Daughter. Yes, Rose I get it."

"Good. Did you finish the letters?"

"Yes, though I think the one for Lian is a little too harsh. Come on! 'The thing is, I don't want to be in a relationship yet, I'm not ready. And sorry if you thought you ever 'had' me. I'm sorry, but I have to break something to you. You never 'had' me. Just because we kissed once, doesn't mean we're dating. Or anything else. It was just a kiss, and nothing else.' Harsh!"

"Well, sorry! Like you could've phrased it any better."

"Good point."

I wake up suddenly. Where am I? Oh yeah... Annie's guest room. Romy's last words echo through my head. No, not Romy's. Mine. I am now Romy Frantz. Nice name, huh? Sounds very german. A bit district eight... I run my hair through my now blonde hair. I'm still a little surprised when my hair ends right above my neck. Ahh, yes. I have a pixie cut. I actually look quite good with short hair. But with blonde hair... I don't know. As I begin to trace the outline of my new rose tattoo, I wonder what time it is. 7:30?!

I jump out of bed so fast, I have to lean on the side for a moment due to my dizziness. Once I felt okay again, I ran to the other side of the room to retrieve a camouflage backpack. I'm already dressed, since I was so excited last night. I quickly put three letters on my pillow, and run downstairs. Tyson is already waiting for me in the kitchen.

"Good morning, Romy."

"Likewise. What's for breakfast?"

"Granola bars. We were supposed to leave five minutes ago."

"Fine" I hate eating on the go. Tyson only smirks.

A hand suddenly shakes me back to reality.

"What? Hmm?" I ask, dazed.

"We're in district 13..." someone whispers into my ear.

"Oh!" I shoot up from the position I was in. Tyson and I boarded a train taking us to 13 three hours ago, and I fell asleep an hour into the ride.

"Ohmm!" Tyson covers his nose and moans. I hit him in the nose with the back of my head. Surprisingly, I didn't feel it at all.

"Sorry, sorry!" I say quickly. After all he's done for me today, I repaid him with a possibly broken nose.

"It's 'kay" a muffled voice responds from underneath Tyson's hands. I smile in response. Then the train stops.

"District 13" an electronic voice states from above our heads.

"Well, that's our stop. Come on, Romy." Tyson says as he begins to stand up.

"Okay." I feel nervous.

We're leaving the train now. Walking down the streets of thirteen. It looks amazing now, since thirteen got rebuilt after the second rebellion. Giant buildings here and there. Walking into one of the giant buildings now. Going up to a woman behind a desk, as she looks at Tyson and I. Tyson explaining that I joined him after I told him that I wanted to help him fight. Specifically with Katniss Mellark. The woman nodding and stamping both our hands and telling us to go to command. Us shuffling through hallways until we arrive at a room with the numbers 451 carved into the door. Going inside and looking into a pair of grey eyes. My mother's eyes.

Well, I update really late, and update really short chapters. What a terrible combination! But.. since spring break is in three days for me, I will write some more chapters and will update on time. Yes! I will!