I wake up to a delicious breakfast-in-bed. Peeta is sitting on the bed beside me, smiling at me, holding our 7 year old son, Finnick. "Where's Prim?" I ask. "She took your old bow, the one your father gave you, out to the woods," Peeta answers. "What!?" I shout, "How could you let her? Its to dange-". "Katniss, listen to yourself," he interrupts, laughing, "You do realize that it used to be you hunting in the woods, right?". I know he clearly has a point, but it's a mother's instinct, I guess. "But times have changed! What if the fence is on and she touches it? Or what if she's caught by a Peacekeeper? Or what if its turned on while she tries to get back?" I say, worried. "Katniss, calm down. If you want to assure her safety, well then it's time to put on your hunting boots!" Peeta smirks sarcastically, thinking that I definitely won't do it.
But I do. I eat my delicious breakfast, get my sleek, black Mockingjay bow, put on my hunting gear, boots, and my father's hunting jacket. "Bye darling. Bye Finnick, I'll be back soon!" I call as I leave the house. I have a feeling that Peeta is somewhat angry and amazed at that.
'This year, Prim's name will be put in 3 times! At least she doesn't need to give extra for Tesserae. The people that she is named after were both called at the age of 12, and my sister only had her name in once! I hope Prim isn't called next week for the 95th annual Hunger Games, especially since it's a Quinquennium Supplicium, she'd have at least 51 others to fight against!' I ponder. 'No, surely all of that bad luck must all cancel each other out?'
I start to run for the fence. I reach gap under the fence that was never filled in for some reason. I slide through and think, 'Where would Prim go?' Then it hits me 'The lake!' I head towards it, and find her in the old bunker that I have been in so many times before. 'Prim! How long have you been out here?' I ask. "Oh, not long, mother. Look at what I got!" She holds up three squirrels. "I shot each one in the eye!" she shouts in excitement. "Just like me," I say, grinning at her, "OK, let's go show daddy!" I say to her. "Mother, I'm 12, I'm not a baby" she frowns. "OK, honey. Let's go show your father." I tell her. Three times I think again. "That's better!" she smiles.
When we get home, Prim shows Peeta the squirrels, then we drop two of them off to Greasy Sae's, and give the other to Buttercup, who surprisingly survived through this, even though District 12 was burnt to a crisp. Buttercup has come to like me. I used to get the occasional purr, but ever since Prim died, he's come to rely on me. I'm glad that I didn't drown him all those years ago. He was there when I was returned here, by myself, because Peeta kept having his 'moments'. He kept me company. Plus, he reminds me of Prim. And if he's with me, a little part of Prim is with me.
I have to talk to someone about how I feel. So, I go to Peeta. "Peeta, can I talk to you, please?" I ask.
"Oh, of course." He says, sensing something is up. I tell him how I feel, but he replies with something unexpected.
"Well, she's been lucky enough not to be reaped already, I mean, children of victors are usually reaped, you know, to 'spice things up', and considering her parents were the leaders of a rebellion, she's bound to get reaped, sooner than later. Finnick may be reaped too. So, I think we should tell her, and try and help her, train her" He tells me, sounding an awful lot like Haymitch.
"Like a Career" I reply. He knows that I absolutely despise Careers.
"No Katniss! Well, lets put it this way; you wont be able to volunteer for her, now will you?"
"No..." I answer.
"So, let's teach her what we know, teach her survival skills; if not for us, if not for her, then for Primrose Everdeen, for Rue, for Finnick Odair, For Gale Hawthorne, for the rebels. Do it for them." He tells me.
"Well, she is pretty good with a bow already, but as Gale told me, you can't rely on a bow. There's no certainty that there will be one in their."
"Then we'll teach her to use a knife. Hunger, we won't need to worry about, she hardly ever eats, does she?" Peeta asks.
"No, and I suppose I could teach her to make a bow." I suggest
"And, we'll be her mentors." Of course. How could I forget? At that, my face drains of blood, yet I smile. Yet another one of the Capitols changes since the rebellion, two mentors for every district, and Peeta and I are the only two District 12 victors alive.
"Now to tell Prim" We say in unison.
"This won't be easy for her, you know that, right?" Peeta asks me.
"Yes,I do, but it would be harder for her if she's reaped, doesn't see it coming, and isn't prepared." I answer. Now for the rough part, I think.