A/N Thank you Niko'13 for being the only person to review on the last chapter.C'mon guys I'm you not like the story?.Thank you for the follows and favorites every you to my beta Olive Monster for editing this chapter.

PeetaPOV

What an almost perfect day. I got to go to a new school-which may I add-is much, much better than my old one. I got to spend the day with an amazingly beautiful girl, with the most enchanting smokey, grey eyes, and long dark brown hair tucked into a braid. The girl who didn't even know the true measure of her beauty, Katniss Everdeen. And to top it all off, her voice is out of this world.
We were in music class. We were making idle chit-chat when the teacher arrived. Just by his demeanor, I could tell that he was nice and an easy going person. Cinna, as he has instructed us to call him, started off class by announcing that at the beginning of every class he has someone sing a song. When he asked for volenteers, I had a internal war going around in my head over weather or not I should go up there and sing. My voice isn't all that and a bag of chips, but it was good enough. Then my eyes landed on Katniss. 'No',I thought to myself. What if she laughs at me? I know I just met her, but I feel like I've known her all my life. I still can't shake the feeling that I know her from somewhere.
When no volenteers came forward Cinna decided to choose someone.
"Okay I see you're going to make this difficult. Katniss,why don't you sing us a song dear?" He says. Katniss gets up and tells Cinna the song she's singing.
As soon as the music starts I already know what song it is. Temporary Home, by Carrie Underwood. This amazingly wonderful song, is the story of my life as it is. When Katniss starts singing, it takes my breath away. When she tells the story of the six year old boy, I feel a tear slip out of my eye.

This is the story of a little boy who was always alone. Always at a new school, new house, with new parents-or in my case, parent-. Through all this, he still kept a smile on his face. This is the story of me. The only time I ever had a real home was when I was with my childhood friend. She was my age and when my parents packed up everything we owned and moved us across the country, I had to leave my best friend behind along with all our happy memories.

Katniss Pov

Growing up I realized that the place we call home, is only temporary. Windows and rooms that were only passing through. This thing that we call life is only just a stop on the way to where were going. I'm still not afraid because I know this was only my temporary home. My dad died in a car crash, he was hit head on by a drunk driver. The driver made it, but Dad died within minutes of entering the hospital. The driver who's name I learned was Chaff, was sent to jail for a year.

After he got out,he drove drunk again,got in another crash,and this time killed himself.I heard the sirens outside.I had a feeling the accident involved my dad.I ran down the street screaming for my only person besides Prim,who loved me unconditionally.

My mother was always a weak, spineless fool. I loved her to death, but ofcourse that statement rang a little more true than it led on. Later that night after learning about my father's death, my mom didn't even come home to grieve with Prim and I. I went to sleep that night with tears in my eyes, and Prim huddled tight against my chest. When I went

downstairs in the morning, the first thing I saw was a note. It said,

My dearest Katniss and Primrose,
I am sorry that I have to do this, and leave you both alone, but I can't be in this world without your father with me. Katniss it is on you now to take care of your sister. I'm so sorry that I haven't been a good mother to you both, but please know that I have and always love you. Please take care of yourselves, if you need anything, please call your aunt Effie and Uncle Haymitch. I love you both very much. Remember that you're always in my heart.
Love you always,
Lillian Everdeen
I gasped in shock knowing that she did the irreversible. I walked into my parents room to find my mom hanging from the ceiling fan that was still 24 hours, we had lost not only a father, but our mother also. I was only 14 and Prim 10 when we became orphans.