Ok here's my story, sorry if it sucks. Review no matter what. Got it? Good.

Chapter 1

I stared at the pack of gum for about two hours. My mom was throwing another one of her fits. Sometimes I could coax her out of them. Sometimes she'd scream at me that I was a ghost. Today was one of those days. She would sit there hands clamped over her ears trying to block out something. The Hunger Games, she was trying to block out the Hunger Games. I knew what these dreaded games were; a fight to the death for a hungry capitol's amusement. I silently laughed and shook my head at my little pun. My mom was a victor in these games, now she's emotionally disturbed. My dad, now dead, was also a victor.

My mom looked up at me, "Are you laughing at me Finnick? Are you here?" She looked almost happy, even if she did think I was laughing at her.

I hated to day after day be the one to tell her this, "Nope, Finnick's dead. Died in the rebellion. By mutts. I'm his son, I'm your son."

She looked at me, hearing my voice but not my words. She crossed the room to reach me and took my hand in hers to press it against her cheek, "Say my name, please."

"Mom, I really don't feel comfortable when you…" She started bawling. She curled up in her little ball, clamping her ears again. Now the screaming would begin, unless I did something, "Annie, the games are over it is okay I'm here, I'm here."

She looked up and smiled, "Finnick, you're here," she took me into an embrace.

I instantly backed away, grabbed my school bag, and left. My mom's constant confusion in whether I'm her son or her husband bothers me. Who wouldn't be bothered? It's disgusting. I guess it doesn't help much that I'm a 'spitting image' of him. I listened to my mom's heart pained pleas as I left, "Finnick, please, come back Finnick!"

I sighed and said over my shoulder, "It's Nick." Then I muttered to myself to make sure it was true, "It's Nick, just Nick." I dropped the 'Finn' part of my name several years ago when my mom started recognizing me as my father instead of her son. This cut back some of the confusion.

I got to school late, as usual. There were the usual girl's who'd decide to run late with me. I think they thought it gave us some connection. Creepy stalkers. I walked to the office while staring at my feet, trying to avoid the wide-eyed stares I receive. Lucy, the… well to put it nicely, the school slut, came up and walked beside me. "You never answer my calls."

I just nod, I don't even know how she got my number.

"You know, I could give you a really great time." She got up on her tip-toes to whisper in my ear in what she thought to be a provocative voice. To be honest it nearly made me gag. "You have to loose it sometime Nick, so tell me, why not with me?"

I didn't mean to smile, I really didn't. I just never thought of Lucy as attractive before. And her ignorance bothered me. But most everyone was ignorant. No one knew that I wasn't a virgin. No one knew that I was 'getting some' nearly every day. Everyone thought I was the, and I quote 'smoking hot beast with a purity ring'. The ring's for show. It comforts me and wards off most girls. "So tell me Nick, do you want to meet up after school or do you want to run back home to Mommy?"

I had to physically slap myself to get the image out of my head. Run back home to Mommy. Did she know my mom kept mistaking me for my father? No she couldn't. So far I've been able to avoid my mom on days where she thought I was Finnick. I've been able to avoid her 'putting the moves on me'. I shivered at the way she held me this morning. Then I said to myself, "I won't be going home today." Those words were meant just for me, but I could tell by her shocked expression that she had heard them, and taken them the wrong way.

She put her hands deep in my pant pockets and whispered in my ear, "Meet me behind the gym," before she pulled away she gave my ear a nibble and walked away.

I wasn't going to meet up with her of course, I twisted the ring around and around my finger. I stared at it for a long time, my life is a joke. Just one big fat lie. There was a distant voice behind me, "Hey whore." I turned my head to see my offender but sheepishly turned away as I realized the words were meant for Lucy.

I walked over to the office and picked up my tardy slip. As usual I went through the day in silence, avoiding sideways glances and batting of the eyes from numerous girls. As usual I avoided my locker until the very end of the day. I held my breath while I put in the combination. Please not today, I can't deal with this today! Just my luck, today is just one of those days. I pull off the outfit from the hook in my locker. I sweep over it with my eyes. Apparently today at the usual time, on the train at 6 o clock sharp, I get to be a, what is this outfit exactly, a miner? Needless to say, it's a hardhat, shorts, and suspenders. I laugh, why do these costumes never include a shirt? This must be illegal, at least it should be, I'm fifteen for crying out loud. "Hey Whore." I know this time the words were directed at me. But the tone is softer and joking. I turn with a huge grin on my face. By the edge of the woods, right next to my locker, stands the most beautiful girl I could imagine. She's the only one I confide in, the only one who truly gets me. Well, she should seeing how she too is the child of a Hunger Game victor, two actually. The daughter of the mockingjay, "Hey Prim. Yes, today I'm a whore." She giggles half-heartedly as I lift up my costume.

"Hot," but I know she doesn't mean it. She too puts up with this. We both carry on the traditions of my father. The forced prostitution for a crazy government's pleasure. Oh, I almost forgot to mention it. The capitol secretly lives. Just as powerful as ever, if not more so that they're out of enemies' sight.

"I can't believe you came Prim, to 4, from district 12, it's quite a walk."

"Yeah well, I plan on staying for a while. Help keep your mom out of your hair." She ruffled my shaggy bronze hair, her touch gave me chills.

"So how long is a while?" I scowl, I have always like her parents, Katniss and Peeta and even her little brother. But I know she has problems dealing with them, with keeping them too close when she knows any instance the Capitol can take them away. They of course don't know it still exists but almost every victor's kid over age 13 does.

"I want to move here, go to this school, keep an eye on you, you know. When we last talked on the phone, well you didn't sound too good. I can help you out."

I nod, I love the thought of having her around. I think she still believes that what the capitol uses to threaten me is to take away my mom. What she doesn't know is that I'm scared they'll take her, my lovely Primrose.