A/N Yay! I got reviews! So I'll have y'all know, because this is a new story I have quite a few ideas so I'm gonna post kind of often, then I'm gonna run out of ideas and stop posting. That's all for this headnote. Thank you enjoy!

I walk with William through the square heading towards the woods. I'm walking really fast hoping not to run into Peeta. William busy's himself with his bow that I had made for him. He tightens the string and picks it a few times. Once he's satisfied, he slings it over his back with his arrows.

"Why are we walking so fast?" William asks.

"Don't you want to get to the woods faster?" I look down at him and he shrugs.

"Yeah but why are we walking so fast?"

"Let's just say there's someone I'm trying to avoid." I sum it up.

"But you tell us that we shouldn't avoid things. We have to face it head on," he raises his eyebrows in an accusing manner.

"Well this is a very big problem." I hope he'll drop the subject. Finally we pass the main part of the square and relief rushes through me. I slow down my pace and let myself smile. We pass the Tailor and hospital and lastly the school. When we're walking past it, the door swings open and two guys walk out. Of course now I run into him. Desperate not to be seen by him I pull William in a different direction.

"Where are we going?" William asks.

"A different way," I respond. "Don't you want to try something new?" he doesn't reply, probably extremely confused. Footsteps come from behind me and a hand grabs my shoulder to spin me around. William looks at him but I don't.

"Woah," William gasps. "You look just like me. Who the heck are you?"

"I'm your-" before Peeta can finish talking I whirl around and glare at him.

"Don't you dare," I seethe.

"Katniss," Peeta looks a little disbelieving. He defiantly looks older. He has the first sign of wrinkles on his face and some gray hairs. But his blue eyes look hauntingly the same.

"You're not allowed to talk to my children." I grab the collar of Williams coat and drag him into the woods.

"Katniss!" Peeta shouts but I ignore him. The second I get into the woods I feel calmer. I breath in the scent of the trees and plants around me. William and I are completely silent, the only noise around us is the bugs and animals.

"Who was that?" William asks after a minute.

"Someone that I hate more than a broken snare." I frown.

"Was that...?" he doesn't finish and I'm glad.

"Come on, we're wasting daylight." I put on a fake smile and grab my bow and arrows from the tree trunk.

After dropping off the toddy's haul at Rooba's, William and I start on our way home. When we pass the shoe store, William see's a couple of his friends. He waves goodbye and runs off, promising to be home before curfew. The meeting with Peeta has shaken me up to the pointe that I absolutely can't wait to get home. I pass the bakery, and deiced a couple cheesbuns wouldn't hurt. Bristol took over the business and of course the do not taste at all like Peet's did, but they're still my favorite. I walk into the bakery and Bristol waves at me from the counter and starts bagging the cheesbuns. I come way to much. I finish paying and as I'm walking out, Peeta walks in. My hopes of him not noticing my are slim to none.

"Katniss," Peeta says, grabbing my arm to stop me.

"Don't touch me." I growl, yanking my arm from his grasp.

"Please, can we talk?" he eyes stare into mine. I'm about to refuse but nod anyway. "Let's go outside." I don't say anything, just follow him outside. "Listen, I know you're probably very angry at-"

"I'm way more than angry Peeta." I interrupt. "I'm furious with you. Do you know how hard it is to raise two kids on my own, with no one else to help me? I mean Haymitch comes and goes but he's mostly too drunk to remember my name."

"I know, I know I was a bitch. I get that. But you have to understand why I left."

"Why'd you leave? Because you were tired of me constantly nagging about you coming in late or staying out all night? Or maybe you were confined by the kids. That one wouldn't surprise me because you didn't care enough about that to at least stay in the district to help me with them. That is fucked up Peeta." I cross my arms and flame at him. Peeta doesn't respond immediately.

"I know what I did was incredibly wrong but I had to leave. It was just, too much here." he says. I laugh humorously.

"It's too much for you here? Do you not remember that my father blew up in the mines and my sister blew up in the Capitol and will never come back here. Not to mention I don't even know where my Mom is. She's abandon me yet again. But it's way to much for you here, so you should obviously leave your wife and two kids. That makes a shit load of sense."

"Still have that same stubbornness," Peeta rolls his eyes. "Okay, I have an idea."

"Can't wait to hear it." I grunt. Peeta takes a deep breath to try and compose himself.

"How about we try and act civil," he says.

"Civil my ass," I denounce.

"Just in front of our kids."

"'Our kids'? They're not your kids anymore. You abandoned them. You lost all right to call them 'your' kids." I begin to feel even more anger bubble in me. Peeta looks shocked, and quite candidly offended.

"Katniss, I am their biological father. I still have rights to call them my kids." he argues back.

"You are impossible." I groan and turn away from him. Peeta doesn't call me back and I'm grateful. I walk back to my house and open the door and immediately hear slow instrumental music coming from upstairs. I assume Rosemary is practicing in the spare room. I go up the stairs and follow the music into the room that I had emptied for her to dance in. The door is cracked open and I can see her standing in the middle of the room doing what she calls Pirouettes. I knock on the door and walk in.

"Hi Mom," Rosemary pants.

"Hey sweetie." I smile. "So that Peeta guy you told me about,"

"Yeah? Did you meet him?" she looks extremely hopeful.

"I did, but he's no good." I shake my head.

"What?" Rosemary exclaims. "I though he was the one!"

"You think every guy I meet is the one," I laugh. "But I was talking to him and he seems like a jerk." I mentally debate telling her who he really is, because she could find from him which wouldn't really end well. I eventually deiced not to.

"That sucks. He seemed really nice in class. Are you sure it wasn't just a bad first impression?"

"I'm one-hundred percent sure." I say with finality, meaning this conversation is over. "Now, any requests for dinner?"

"Soup?"

"Something quick,"

"Left over soup?" she suggests.

"Fine, it's every man for himself tonight." I walk out of her practice room and into my room. With the thoughts from my conversation with Peeta, I dig through my jewelry box in search of something I haven't seen or touched in years. The last time I had done anything with it was the night I saw the divorce papers. Finally I find the small, iridescent pearl. I don't know I kept it because it makes me extremely dragged to see it. I gently pick it up as if it might explode at any moment. The pearl rolls between my fingers. Eventually, I change and put the pearl away and fall asleep.

A/N You finished it! Go you! So today I went to San Antonio with my sister and guardians and I bought some makeup and a necklace. And I was buying two flowers for my hair for dance class and I didn't have enough money and the cashier paid for it AND called me pretty. It was awesome. Anyway, I do this on my other stories. It's called a QOTC and that means Question Of The Chapter and I'll ask some random question, answer it, then y'all can answer it in the reviews :) So today's question is What's your favorite sport? DANCE! Wbu?

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