Disclaimer: (I know, I never added one of these): I don't own the Hunger Games. I wish I did, but I don't. :( I don't own Wrecking Ball (by Miley Cyrus, but I'm sure you know that) either.

It felt like an eternity since I had stepped into Peeta Mellark's art class. The sun was shining through the windows leaving a soft glow on the tables. A soft breeze drifted in, and the scent of spring wafted to my nose.

As I sat down, placing my things at my desk, someone asked, "Mind if I sit here?" I looked up. There was Rory, flashing an adorable, crooked smile at me. I looked around, and found that Vick wasn't in sight. Though Rory was extremely cute, I was suspicious.

"So… are you only here because Vick isn't here?" My time with Peeta taught me that you couldn't judge a boy by his cuteness. He had to be nice as well. Rory blinked, as if not expecting that, and answered, "I've actually wanted to sit next to you for a long time. I had to take care of my younger brother, so that's why I haven't been sitting with you. I felt really bad, Prim. I'm sorry."

I looked him over. Kind-hearted, nice to his brother, and cute. I decided that Rory meant well, and slided my books to make room for him. Rory smiled, and I tried not to blush. "Prim?" asked Rory. I looked over at him. Rory seemed nervous, so I gave him an encouraging smile. He continued, "I've wanted to ask you this for a long time. Prim-" Rory was cut off by Peeta, who announced this weeks lesson plan. I almost screamed. What was Rory going to ask me?

"So Prim," Rory started. I looked at him eagerly. "let's compare drawings!" he hastily finished. On the outside, I nodded, and my smile dropped. On the inside, I felt like a deflated balloon. Rory was never going to ask me out. My fantasy was never going to become true.

Rory brought out his drawing, and I brought out mine. We both laughed when we realized that, for the evil picture, we had both drawn Principle Snow! "You draw really well!" exclaimed Rory, and I smiled like a baffoon. I kept smiling until I realized Rory wanted me to answer. I laughed, trying to hide my embarrassment. Wow. Rory probably thinks that I am mentally incoherent. "I just drew. I joined this class to improve my drawing skills." Rory gaped at my picture of Katniss, and showed me a picture of a boy that looked like him.

"Is that Gale?" I asked curiously. Rory nodded enthusiastically. "At least you could guess who it is. Even Vick's picture was better than mine." I stared at his picture. It wasn't bad, just lacked facial structure. I told him so, and Rory narrowed his eyes. "Is that like Science? Because I stink at science." I laughed, and resisted the urge to kiss him on the cheek. Steady down, I told myself. I shook my head, and explained to him the basics of facial structure. How to set the nose right (Rory put a 'J' for the nose), how to set up the eyes (Rory had dots in a circle, and how to draw the jawline and the mouth. Rory nodded, just as Peeta inspected our work.

"Did you teach him this?" Peeta asked, holding up Rory's paper. I shrugged, and Rory nodded vigorously. "She's really good!" Rory gasped, eyes widening. Peeta laughed, and asked me, "Where did you learn to do this?"

My smile dropped as I quietly answered, "My father was good at drawing. He never taught me all of this, but he wrote in down in these books. I read them… and I feel closer to him." Tears were threatening to escape, and I sniffed. I couldn't talk about my father without crying. It had been 11 years, buy I still never got over him. Katniss was worse off. She knew him longer.

Peeta back pedaled, obviously alarmed to have made me cry. "I mean, it's splendid! This is accurate beyond measure! Just add some lines over here." Peeta picked up his pencil, and added some extra details to Katniss's face, so she looked ready, heroic. I smiled. That looked a lot more like Katniss.

After a Peeta left, Rory squeezed my arm. "You all right?" he asked gently. I nodded, suddenly enthralled by the close comfort. He started again with, "Prim, ever since-"

"Ok, that completes class!" Peeta called, and I sighed. He interrupted Rory again! I turned to Rory, but he was already with Gale. "Bye Prim!" he called. I hesitated, but stepped forward and hugged him. "Bye Rory!" I called back. Rory left the room with the cute smile plastered all over his face.

Peeta and I soon were the only ones left in the room. "Is he your boyfriend?" asked Peeta. I shook my head, slipping into one of my fantasies. "He's going to be my husband." Peeta gasped and clasped his hand on his cheek. "What?" he asked harshly. "you're… you're…"

I slapped my head and the shock rolled on me as I realized what I had said. "No, NO! I barely know him. I mean I know him, and I like him, wait no…" My speech was mumbled and flung around. I had made a bad situation worse. Peeta burst out laughing. He slapped the table, and his laughter echoed across the room.

Johanna walked in as soon as Peeta stopped laughing. Her hair was flipped on her head, and her brown hair was tinged with streaks of red. Her jeans had chains hanging from them, and her T-shirt read, "Don't mess with the boss."

"Jo!" I called. "You're late!" Johanna rolled her eyes. "Don't remind me of the things I already know, Princess." Johanna had nicknames for all of us. Mine was Princess, and Katniss's was Brainless. I didn't like it very much, but that's just Jo's style.

Johanna shook Peeta's hand, and let me out the door. "I'm not going home, am I?" I asked, amused. Jo shook her head, and popped a piece of gum in her mouth. "Definitely not." she said, handing me a stick.

Jo led me to her car, and I sat in the shotgun. I turned on the radio, switching to the country station nearby. I sang a long to a Taylor Swift song, until Jo changed the station to a whiny rock band. "I hate the junk you listen to." she snapped, rolling her eyes. I frowned. "You hate country because you're 'tough?'" Jo shook her head, still staring at the road. "It reminds me of home." she corrected.

In some ways, Johanna was a lot like Katniss and I. We all have a past that we have suffered in. Finnick's brother died from an early age, and he had to live with a lazy uncle who never fed them. Gale, Rory, Vick, and their little sister Posy, never had a father to look after him. He was always absent. Johanna lost her whole family. In a way, we were all scarred.

Johanna pulled up in a parking lot. I peered out the window, and on a sign, in red crimson letters, read, "Redmoon's Carnival." I gasped. "You're taking me to a carnival?" I asked. Jo rolled her eyes. "No duh," she said, clearly exasperated.

As we stepped out of the car and walked to the entrance, someone tapped me on the back. I jumped and turned around. "Hey." said the tapper. It was Gale.

"Who are you?" asked Jo, crossing her arms. Gale raised his palms. "Gale Hawthorne." he announced proudly. Johanna whistled. "You got a bit of a reputation down at the Seam."

The neighborhood where Johanna and I lived is called the Seam. Gale was a police officer, well known for beating up the intruders in the Seam. He protected it, and no criminal steps foot in the Seam anymore, because they are all afraid of Gale Hawthorne.

"I can take you there, if you want." Gale suggested. Jo raised her eyebrows, studied him, and muttered, "Fine."

There was an uncomfortable silence as Johanna, Gale, and I walked to the entrance. Gale offered to pay, but Johanna shot him a glare, and took out the change from her wallet.

"There!" Johanna and Gale shouted at the same time, pointing at the weapons station. I gulped, afraid of where this was going, and followed them deeper inside.

Johanna picked up a paint gun. She squirted a blob at the target, as Gale laughed. "That the best you can do?" he taunted. Jo growled, and hit the target bulls-eye. She smiled, and Gale picked up the gun. He hit every target, right in the middle.

Johanna jaw tightened, and she frowned. "Where you that oblivious to how good I am?" Gale asked, chortling. Johanna took the paint gun, and squirted at him square in the chest. Gale's jaw dropped as he took in the paint on his shirt, and called, "You are dead."

What followed was a paint war: It was something like Katniss and Peeta's icing war, except it was much less playful, and the only smiles that Gale and Johanna had were crazy smiles of victory. Jo and Gale were having so much fun, that they didn't notice the police officer walking up to them.

"Stop!" called the officer, bringing both Gale and Johanna's attention. He turned to Jo. "Young lady, did you start this?" asked the officer gesturing to the paint-filled area. gWhen Jo didn't answer, he said. "Validation is against the law. You are going to go to custody."

"Wait." said Gale. I don't know who was more surprised, Johanna or the police officer. "It was me. She accidentally hit me, and I thought she was doing it on purpose, so I hit her back. She, naturally, got mad and aimed back at me. I thought it was fun, and kept doing it. It wasn't her fault, it was mine."

I covered my mouth, and Jo was rendered speechless. Gale was sticking up for her! What was going to happen now?

"Very well," said the police officer, "Come with me. What is your name?" Gale did the thing that I least expected. He smiled. "Gale Hawthorne." he announced proudly.

The police officers face grew pale and slack. "Mr… Mr… Hawthorne?" he stuttered. Gale nodded. Johanna stifled a laugh, but a smile played on her lips.

"You will have to leave the carnival, but you cannot go into custody." The police officer was whispering now. He was clearly afraid of Gale.

Gale and Johanna were led to the exit, with me following. They made small talk, Johanna saying, "How do know Prim?" Gale replied, "Oh, Katniss and I used to date in high school. It didn't work out, though. After that, we broke up, but we stayed in touch. Then she…" Gale's voice drawled on about Katniss and Finnick, but I didn't pay attention.

When we reached our car, Johanna pulled Gale to the side. "Thanks," she said. I gaped. Johanna thanking someone? This I got to see! Johanna pulled Gale closer, and I was confused at where this was going.

Then Johanna kissed Gale. I bit my lip. Johanna was known for acting on impulse, and I was afraid Gale was going to push her away. To my utter surprise, though, his lips welded on hers. I sighed romantically.

Johanna pulled back, as if just realizing I was there. Gale shot me a glare, then turned to Jo. Jo pulled away from the embrace, but kissed Gale on the cheek. "Pick me up at 4:00 tomorrow." she giggled, and Gale nodded.

"You can go now," I suggested. Johanna looked briefly at Gale, but turned her gaze to me. "I can't do that. I promised-" Johanna was cut off by me, who impatiently answered, "I'm 17. I can handle it. Do you want to walk me home, or go on your date?" Jo frowned, and after a moments hesitation, answered, "You are free to go, Princess."

I followed the broken sidewalk as the daylight dimmed. It was, according to my watch, 7:00, and I wanted to get home soon.

As I was about to cross the street, I heard a, "Meow?" A cat! I followed the sound of the voice, and saw that it was coming from the old, broken building across the street. The one that was going to be collapsed with a wrecking ball tomorrow morning.

Should I get the cat? "It's too dangerous," I whispered to myself. But what if it was Buttercup? How would I like to be stuck there? I frowned, knowing that the idea was stupid, but sighed and went for it anyway.

As I gently climbed under the caution signs and pushed open the door, it fell off. Not a good sign. Nevertheless, I pushed on. I hummed the lyrics to "Wrecking Ball" while climbing into the building. That was one sign that I had gone mental.

The house had strands of cobwebs hanging from the side. Broken pieces if stone and metal littered the floor, and ivy creeped along the edges of the walls. There was giant stone pillars near the entrance, but it looked unstable. A huge spiraling staircase rose from the side of the wall, but I was afraid to touch it, for the fact that it looked ready to crumble into dust.

The meowing grew closer, and, as I looked up, I realized that the cat was stuck at the top of the stairs. "I'm going to regret this," I muttered as I dragged myself up the stairs.

There was a crate on the cat. On top of it was a heavy, broken piece of stone, which showed why the cat couldn't get out.

As I freed the cat, I looked at it more closely. "Buttercup?" I asked, not daring to believe it. Buttercup meowed in response.

As I was about to head down the stairs, a rumble stopped me. The ground beneath me shook, and I held on to the stair railing, which cracked under me. I let out a small squeak of terror as the ground collapsed.

I hit the ground hard, and my legs throbbed with pain. Pieces of stone fell, and I feebly tried to dodge them. One of them caught me in the arm, and I cried out in pain. Another smacked my head, and I sunk into unconsciousness.

When I came to, it was too dark to see anything. I'm couldn't feel my hands and legs, and I was stuck. Buttercup seemed relatively ok, just shaken up. I wasn't angry at him. It wasn't his fault that the stairs collapsed.

"How did you get trapped, anyway?" I asked. Buttercup let out a series of meows, and I rolled my eyes. I can't believe that I forgot that Buttercup couldn't talk. Buttercup jumped around the boulder I was stuck on, and quietly crawled to the exit. "Really?" I called. Buttercup didn't look back.

I tried calling for help, but no one came to my avail, and soon, my voice was stuck. I was about to give up all hope, when I heard a noise outside.

Something beeped, and I desperately prayed that it was the sound of Katniss's car. Then, I heard a VERY loud rumbling noise, and knew it wasn't a car. It was a wrecking ball.

Today is the day I die.

Just then, the rumbling stopped. I heard a couple voices, and then all was silence. I heard footsteps crunching on the gravel outside, and a name call out, "Prim?"

I wanted to yell back, "Here!", but all I could make out was a small squeak, which I was sure my rescuer wouldn't hear.

Something nudged my head, and I looked up. Buttercup! I groaned, and someone picked me up. I looked into my rescuers eyes. It was… Rory!

His beautiful grey eyes were wide, and his hair fell into his face. "Are you alright?" he asked, and gasped. "Let's take you home." he suggested.

Rory, still holding me, walked to the direction of my house. Buttercup trotted along beside him. A cool, night breeze hit my face, and I shivered. Rory pulled me closer to him, and, even though I was traumatized, my heart raced as I put my head on his chest.

Rory rang the bell, and Katniss opened the door. "Prim!" she shouted. She was in a flurry of panic, as she gathered me from Rory's arms. "Come in," she muttered to him.

Katniss brought me over to the dining table. Peeta, Finnick, and Annie were all there. They were laughing, but as soon as they saw me, their smiles dropped. Annie shrieked. I must have been covered in blood, because Rory's shirt was full of it. He was only worried about me, though.

Katniss placed me on the table, and looked around frantically, unsure of what to do. "411!" I croaked, remembering the healing medicine that my mother used to make. It soothes pain, so I was positive it would help. Katniss knit her eyebrows. "What?" she muttered. I turned to Finnick, and repeated those three letters. His eyes widened in understanding, and he pulled Katniss to the kitchen.

Annie stroked my hair softly. Peeta stared at me worriedly, and Rory placed his hand in mine. Tears flowed down my eyes, and Rory wiped them away with his sleeve. "Prim?" he asked. "I've wanted to ask you something." Rory words rung with confidence, but there was a nervous edge to his voice. "Will you-" Rory was interrupted, again, by Katniss and Finnick. "We finished it!" called Finnick.

Katniss fed a spoonful into my mouth, and I smiled, as the honey melted into my mouth. The concoction had drowsy alcohol in it, so I fell asleep almost instantly, shutting out the world.

When I opened my eyes, daylight was streaking through the windows, and a rainbow was cast on the table. As I sat up, I wiggled my toes and fingers. I could feel them!

Someone put a hand on my forehead. It was Rory, and he looked genuinely worried about me. "Prim, don't ever do that again!" he scolded, and I laughed. "Promise." I nodded.

I peeked from the side of my eye, at Katniss and Peeta. Peeta whispered to her, "Katniss, I know that this is a bad time, but… will you go to the park with me? Just as friends." Katniss blushed, and nodded. She looked as if she was going to reply, but I turned to her.

Katniss enveloped me in a bear hug. "I was so worried! Little duck, don't ever do that again!" I laughed, then pecked her on the cheek. "Johanna called me last night." I bit my lip, forgetting that Jo would get in trouble. "What did you say?" I asked. Katniss whispered, "I was going to get mad… but Peeta stopped me, and told me to forgive her. It's what you would do, anyway." I looked at Peeta, and nodded at him. Katniss and Peeta were a better couple then I imagined.

She looked between Rory and I, and then whispered to me, "Peeta and I will give you some alone time with him." Katniss winked, and dragged Peeta out of the room.

"So Prim," started Rory. All his courage from last night seemed to vanish, leaving him a bit fidgety. "I have… I have…" Rory stuttered. "Spill it, Rory." I said, crossing my arms.

"Are you free Friday night?" He hastily asked. My jaw dropped. Rory was asking me out!

As I nodded, Rory's smile grew bigger, the birds picked up their song, and I felt as if I added a new chapter to my life.

Hey! This is Chapter 6! I know, it's really long, with almost no Everlark bits. You are probably like, "WHY?"

Please review! I want 25 differnet people to review, so I can write a new story! I completed my deadline too. I said Wednesday, and I updated it Wednesday! Next update by Friday! It's about Katniss and Peeta, so dont worry!

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