So, I think the reviewer Cranberries is going to kill me. :3 Haha I love your comments! Crack a smile out of me every time. By the way, as of Chapter 14 I have 83 freaking reviews. I can't believe it! I was excited to get like five, and here I am, waltzing around with 83 reviews! You're all amazing! Here's 16!

Prim swings our arms between us, humming a tune I don't recognize. I pull her into the Meadow, and she slows.

"Prim, trust me. I promise I'm not making you hunt again." We both think of when I tried teaching her that, and laugh. We slide under the fence, and my feet follow the path I haven't walked for a few months.

"Are we almost there?" I hear Prim ask after the thirty minute walk. Instead of replying, I pull her through the bushes to reveal my favorite place. The lake shines in the sun, flowers blooming wildly around the edges. She gasps, and turns. "How did you find this place?" She asks, glancing around constantly at the lake.

"Dad brought me here when I turned six. That's why we'd come home wet and full of Katniss tubers sometimes in summer. He'd take me out here, teach me how to swim. It was our special place that nobody else knows about. And now it is yours and mine."

Her eyes shine, and she hugs me tightly. "Thanks Katniss." I hug her back, and then pull away.

"Let me grab the blanket." I set down the bag, and jog over to the cement house hidden in the trees. I lift the wood pile, and grab the tarp-wrapped bag. I come back to Prim, and pull out the blanket that we always used, spreading it on the grass by the edge of the water.

"Can you teach me how to swim?" Prim asks with excitement.

"Yeah! Here," I dig in the bag and hand her the clothes I packed, "change into these." She scurries into the little home, and I change while she's in there. I walk into waist deep water, and Prim wades in after me. "Alright, let's start with floating."

In no time, she's mastered swimming and we're making laps around each other. Laughter rings in the trees, our splashes being quite noisy. After a hour of play, we sprawl out on the blanket breathing heavily.

"Katniss?" Prim asks in a small voice.

"Yeah little duck?"

"What if I get pulled?"

I flip over to her, and hold her hand. "It's your first year Prim, you're name is in there only once. They're not going to pick you." I say confidently.

"Promise?" She whispers.

"I promise. Now, do you want your last surprise?"

"You have another one?" She asks with a grin.

"Of course!" I pull out the small bakery box, and hand it to her.

"Oh! This is so pretty! You have to split it with me though; I can't bear to eat it without giving you some." I nod, and she splits it into precise halves. Handing me my piece, we bite into them and moan.

"I knew there was something good in Peeta." Prim giggles, and I grin. We slowly eat our cookie, savoring the sweet taste.

We spend the whole day out there; I fix lunch by catching some fish and smoking them. We could use the calm day knowing that the Reaping is near. Spending the day with Prim makes the top of my list for best days.

I escort her home as soon as sunset hits, not wanting to be caught in the night. Mom sits on the couch, welcoming us with a warm smile. Prim sits by her and spills everything about her day. I smile to myself and snuggle down into our warm bed.

I hoped Father was watching us right now, proud of his daughters. I hoped that he was smiling when Prim talked warmly with Mother, or when I taught her how to swim just like how he taught me. I imagined what he'd be thinking, and it leaves me to a peaceful sleep.

Alright, I know it was a really, really, REALLY short chapter. But I made 15 slightly longer than usual, so maybe you'll forgive me? I wanted to make it short and sweet. Next stop, Peeniss in the Meadow and then the Reaping! Any ideas on who will be pulled for District Twelve in the 74th Annual Hunger Games? Reviews? (Get me to 100! =])