I'M JUST SO... I CAN'T EVEN EXPLAIN... I SAW A PICTURE FROM THEM FILMING THE FAULT IN OUR STARS AND I RAN OUT OF MY ROOM SCREAMING AND EVERYONE WAS LIKE 'WEIRDO...'

OKAY, THIS IS YOUR LONG AWAITED CHAPTER!

I. OWN. NOTHING.

We spent all Monday recreating 'Mysterious Butter.' I took Filmography as an elective in seventh grade and I learned how to duplicate angles and make the timing perfect.

So when you put both of the videos together, the only difference is our age. If it was funny when we did it four years ago, it's hilarious now. Grandma still had all the costumes we wore in the dress-up chest so that wasn't a problem.

It was fun.

I wake up early today, I have a long walk ahead of me. It's still dark outside. I put on a sturdy pair of pants, a long sleeved shirt, brown hiking boots and my Carhartt jacket. I can tell it's cold out today.

I grab my purple messenger bag I kept books in on the way here and shove two shirts inside. One gray and one pale pink. I don't need them for anything and I set them aside for this one reason. I also put a pair of pants inside and my journal.

I leave a note on Mom's nightstand. She probably knows that today is the day I take my walk. Well everyone thinks a walk but it's much more. I head outside and it's freezing. I pull up my hood and head out to the back pasture. The giant hill I'm climbing looks like a looming gray cloud with all the fog.

My destination is at the top of that. I've got this down to science. I've been coming here since I was eight. Actually I found it by accident. Beth, Mere, Prim and I were playing hide-n-seek. I really wanted to win. Really badly. I raced up the mountain side, thinking it wasn't really that tall. Well it was. When I got to the top, I could see everything. There's things up there that I think are special.

I made sure to take my phone so I know when to leave. I have to leave at five if I want to be back by dinner. I spend a good five or six hours up there. The trek there is three hours. The way back is three hours.

Five years of taking this way up has left a worn path that you can't really see unless... You know, been here so many times. I go here every time we come up. I spend a whole day here then come back. No one really knows where I go. They've just gotten used to it, I guess.

I check my phone about halfway up. Yep, I'm on time. It's seven. I've been out for about an hour. I take a sip of water and continue on.

I let out a huge sigh once I'm at the top. The small shack made of misfit boards with a metal roof stands almost hidden in the grove of willow trees. I smile. I practically skip up to my special place. Once inside I lay my bag down on the small nightstand. I've been bringing odds and ends of stuff up here since I found it. It's like a special little place, just for me. I'm not really sure what this place used to be, maybe a house. Not likely, too small. I found it with nothing inside but an old cooking stove and white wood nightstand. I found a piece of plywood leaning against the back and with a few chunks of wood from an old fallen tree I made a bed of sorts.

It's very mismatched. But I love it.

I open the nightstand drawer are put the folded shirts and pants inside. I keep extra clothes here just incase. I also have a few of my favorite books on the nightstand. Ferdinand. Alice in Wonderland. Just some of the old books Mom would read to me. I have dry wood stowed away in the corner near the stove. It's chilly in here so I put in two logs and grab a match from my bag. 'It's dangerous to play with matches' they always say, but I'm not really one to listen. I close the door and I immediately feel the room heat up. I pull off my jacket and toss it onto the mound of blankets I brought up from my many travels that cover the plywood.

I pull a pumpkin scented candle next out of the bag and light that as well. I replace the old candle that was berries with the pumpkin and put it in my bag.

I cuddle onto the bed and grab 'To Kill A Mockingbird.' It starts to rain. It pounds on the metal roof. Sounding more like hail. It lulls me to sleep.

I wake up with a start. The book is covering my eyes because I guess I dropped it when I fell asleep. Rain is pounding against the glass window above me. I check my phone. It's noon.

I get up and stretch. I pick up the book and sit down. I was half-way through before I fell asleep.

I was going to come here tomorrow but tomorrow we're visiting Dad's grave. Before I know it, I feel a tear streaming down my face.

"Katniss?"

I turn to face the door to see a soaked wet to the bone Prim.

"What are you doing?" I gasp, grabbing one of the blankets and wrapping her in it.

"I kind of saw where you went. It took a while but I found the trail..." She slows down and looks away. "Is this place secret?" Her voice is hushed.

"Um... Kind of, yeah." I say. "But we can both be here."

Prim smiles.

HAS ANYONE SEEN WRECK-IT-RALPH?

I DON'T CARE IF IT'S FOR LITTLE KIDS! IT'S SO CUTE!

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