I give you today yet another chapter. This one is getting serious. Sort of. Liz is going back to school! And you may be wondering where the heck Luke is going to go. Well, he,Katniss,and Peeta are going home. Sucks, right? Well not to worry, everything will work out. And also, DRAMA ALERT! There will be some drama here, but not as much as the last chapter I'm afraid. Before I forget, I am so so so so so so so so SO sorry that I haven't updated in a while. I've been working on my other story, In His Shadow, and I got really caught up in it. If you have read the Percy Jackson and The Olympians books, I encourge you to read this story. It's pretty good. And I would also like to reccomend three amazing authors I think all of you should check out. I'm not sure if they are even reading this story, but UnofficiallyGlimmer and UnofficiallyClove are two authors that MUST be checked out. You will cry,laugh,squeal,scream,or express your emotion in some other way every chapter. No joke! I never get tired of reading their work, and I doubt you will either. And the other author is one that hasn't actually posted anything yet, but has promised if this chapter is up by 10pm on November 3rd,2011, that she will post the first chapter of her story, which I have read as her Beta. It is fantastic, and when she posts the chapter, check out LyndseyRyder12. She's in my fave authors. Check tonight or tomorrow morning and if she kept her promise, there should be a chapter for a story. THERE BETTER BE LYNDS! I AM POSTING THIS BEFORE 10PM! Ok, here's the chapter that I know you have all been waiting for.

Luke POV-

I had never seen my parents so detached before. My parents had always been so calm, but never had I seen them so upset. Mom came inside and spoke to my dad for a moment, and then they paraded my back to the car before I even had time to say goodbye to Liz, let alone kiss hadn't spoken the entire way home, and you could cut the tention in that car with a knife. My dad was so upset, and my mom seemed scared, nervous,anxious, and jittery all at the same time. The only emotion I had ever seen of her was...well...mom.

How long would it be before we could be together again? A week? A month? I had to make wedding plans with her soon, and I had to go to Prom with her. Prom was the one thing she had wanted before we got married. She wanted to be Prom Queen, and I wanted to be there with her as her king.

I remembered something that Liz and I both had to do today. It would be the first day back to real school today for both of us. I would be going in 4 hours, since it's 4am right now, and then...Liz would be on her way there right now, since she goes to a Prep school.

Liz POV-

I trudged down the sidewalk, hands shoved in my pockets. I wore my stupid uniform, though after wearing all the other things in the Games and on the Victory Tour, I felt particularly naked now. It wasn't a hugely bad uniform. Looking at it, you would know I went to a preppy Prep school, and that was what made me upset. I liked my school, when I wasn't there. Yeah, so you could see my enthusiam as I walked down that sidewalk.

I had a crappy few days ever since the day after the party. It was a series of terrible talks, arguments, and assorted reasons to feel upset. With Gale. With my parents. And even with Luke, who didn't even seem to feel it was the right thing to say goodbye to me before leaving and going back to District 12. That bitch. I knew I would have to forgive him, but for now I was going to be extremely moody and upset.

Here, let me explain what had made me so miserable, because I truely don't think that you are understanding how bad this is, and what I had to go through.

First, it was the Gale Argument. Yeah, I named it. It was that bad.

I had walked in my room, where Gale was sitting in a chair writing something on a piece of paper with my pink feather pen. Not that I had cared that he was using it. I was perfectly calm, and it seemed nothing could really make me feel worse.

"So do you have anymore rules for me? You know, like not questioning you, or no talking?" Gale laughed.

I thought it over for a moment. I didn't want to seem rude, and I definetley wanted Gale to trust me.

"I don't have any rules. It's more of an answer to a question I would like."

Gale looked up from his paper, his grey eyes all agleam. I really didn't think he was all that older then me. Though Peeta and Katniss seemed to know him as a kid, so he must have been their age. Groan. Yeah, I didn't actually groan. That would be so out. Capitol Times had said it was better to say what you were implying rather then actually doing it. Saying groan instead of groaning. Ha ha. Yeah, never doing that again.

"Go ahead. Ask my anything." Gale replied with a smile.

"You wouldn't hurt anyone I loved, would you?" I asked.

I might as well be daring if I was asking him anything I wanted.

"Not unless they were harming you."

"But...not Luke...or my parents...or Katniss and Peeta, right?" I continued.

"If they made me believe that they were doing something to harm you, then yes. I would."

"But that isn't fair!" I insist.

"Not everything is fair. And not everyone is going to do what you say. Get that through your head, and you'll understand my job. I'm supposed to keep your parents happy. They said nothing about keeping you happy. I need to do what I need to do. That's the way it works. Speaking of you parents, your mother wanted to speak to you. I suggest you go, before she gets impatient." He said with a huge smirk.

I stood up, flipped my hair behind my shoulders, straightened up, and walked up heel over heel, something my mom had taught me to make people think you are professional. Although I don't think tripping over your shoes is a good thing. Wearing high heels with me wearing them and walking the way I was is not a good idea.

I got up, brushed myself off, and then walked regally down the steps, out the front door, and down the sidewalk. Then I thought better of it and pulled out my phone. I dialed Gale's number, because I'm lazy enough not to want to walk back in there to tell him off. Phone calls do just as well.

"Gale Hawthorne." Gale said sweetly into the phone.

"Listen, and listen good. I don't want any of my stuff missing when I get back from my parents. If there is, I will personally make sure you are fired and demoted to cleaning toilets back in District 12. Do I make myself clear?" I say boldly.

It sounded incredible to me. Gale doesn't seem all that frightened.

"Listen to me, girlie. Your parents hired me to make sure you are safe. Did you know that 60% of teens are the danger to themselves? Nobody else is the cause. And that means that I need to make sure you aren't a danger to yourself. I won't take anything. If I must, I will put it right back in where I got it. Oh, and also, I have ways of getting even. Leak anything about me to your parents, and you'll find a picture of your black silk lingerie set up on the internet with a description saying $50 for sex. And you can bet your parents will be the first to know. And then your little Luke. What would he think of his perfect little girlfiend being a prostitute? He wouldn't like it." Gale laughs.

I groan and snap the phone shut as he continues laughing into the phone.

I push the door open in my parents foyer.

"Mooooommmmmm! Gale said you wanted to see me." I shout.

"Yeah. I did." She shouts back.

I walk into her study, flopping down in a black leather chair. I pick my left leg up, push off with me right, and spin around.

"WEEEEEEE!" I scream, tipping my head back and looking at the rapidly moving ceiling.

"Elizabeth, stop it." My mom scolds.

I put my feet down and stop immedietely. My mom never calls me Elizabetth unless I am in trouble. Or she wants to talk about something awkward and uncomfortable. I guess it's probably the 2nd one of those.

"Have you given any thought to your wedding? It is in 3 months afterall."

I really haven't given much thought to all of it. But there was one thing I could talk about. It would take all my courage to ask this, but I hoped my mom would think it was flattery and sweetness and not something terrible.

"A little.I thought about my dress. I would like to wear yours." I answer.

"You can't." She snaps.

"It would be an honor to wear your dress. Make it a tradition. I won't alter it in any way. I can lose some weight to make it fit." I plead, trying again.

"You can't." My mom repeats.

I have never wanted anything more then she was saying no. It was the last straw. She wasn't going to get to me without me getting back at her.

"Why? Because dad shredded it when you were having sex afterward?"

My mom gasps, no doubt enraged by this, but I'm not done yet.

"Or is it because that dress is prego sized and I would have to gain a million pounds to even get close to fitting in it."

My mom openly sobs, bringing her face into her hands.

"I...can't believe you just said that." My mom sobs.

"Well believe it. I'm tired of trying to be nice and having you shoot my down before I can even finish. I wanted to wear your wedding dress for my own wedding because it's the dress you wore. I want to be like you. Your my mom. And whether you know it or not, I have never wanted anything more then your consent. I don't want to have this be a war that I am losing. In that scenario, I'm 50,000 feet underground, and long dead. I've been dead since I was 6. But who's counting? Me. Please, tell me why I can't wear your wedding dress."

"Have you seen that dress? It's not even worthy of being a wedding dress. The one you want is the Capitol version. The one I was forced to wear. And I burned that dress the second the wedding in the Capitol was over with. But your father and I had our own wedding. There were only 6 people invited. Our parents, and Katniss and Peeta. Katniss and Peeta were our witnesses, and our parents refused to come. We got married in secret. We wanted a real wedding. The kind where we can say what we want and not worry about looking nice for the cameras. My wedding dress was a little pink spaghetti strap dress. I liked pink. And I am not letting you wear it because you deserve so much better then that, Elizabeth. Your a Hirsch, and your the first one to truely be in love when you get married. Your father and I weren't 100% sure. Most of the time is more like it, and even at the best of times we weren't snuggling and being were protecting our parents. And even they didn't accept our safegiving. And I want you to have a real wedding dress. A real cake. A real first dance with your husband. I am so sorry that I have been such a horrible mother all your life. I honestly wasn't ready to be a parent. I thought that at age 30, I would have a 3 year old. Maybe a 5 year old. Not a almost 14 year old that was as opinionated as me and as driven as her father. You were the child I wasn't expecting. I got pregnant the day after we left the Arena. I was about 15, but I felt so vulnerable. Can you imagine leaving one scary experience and landing in another one two days after? And we got married 2 months after I found out I was pregnant, so yes, the dress is a slightly maternity 's perfectly intact You could fit into it if we altered it a little." My mom smiles at the end of this statement.

"Would it work as a Prom dress?" I ask.

"Not even that pretty." My mom says with a little frown.

"Can I still wear it?"

"We'll see." My mom answers.

Now, at this point, you would think that everything would be alright, and that I was totally overreacting when I said I was miserable. But there was still more to come when I recieved the school lecture from my father. He wasn't so happy that I was going to run for Prom Queen, which he referred to as "a unacceptable excuse for girls to parade around wearing sparkly things that endanger others from seeing". I didn't underatand it, but I didn't argue with him over it. I just went on my computer, printed out the best picture I could find of myself, and then also a few that Artemis had sent me from the Arena, then glued them neartly onto a piece of paper, went to the local print store, paid 50 dollars for something I thought would only cost 15, and then emerged with 25 perfect posters for my Prom campaign. My slogan was "She's famous. She's a Victor. She's your new Prom Queen! Vote Elizabeth Hirsch for Prom Queen". Everything was perfect with that at least.

And now we are back to where we started. Me, on the sidewalk, walking to school. I had my posters tucked under my arm and my Team Victory hoodie tied around my plaid skirt clad waist.,and I was now in front of my school, McFly High. Yeah, I know, strange name. But when it's my parents choice where I go, and they want a prep school, McFly was the only option. And not to mention it was the only co-ed prep school in our district, my only request.

I had no choice but to go in and attend school, so I walked in full force, and I am not joking about this...all heads snapped around and stared at me. I did the weird thing of course and turned around, walked back out the door, and ended up ramming into Brent, smoking his morning cigarette.

"Oh my god! I didn't know you were back today." He exclaimed.

Jason looked up from his own cigarette, and then he came up to me and wrapped me in a solid hug. they both took the posters from me.

".Nothing. Let someone else do it. Your a princess now." Jason starts.

Did I mention that he is the second in command, and the leader for school days when Xavier isn't there. He's 21, so he graduated along with Spencer and Justin, who are 20 and 19. Samuel is 18, but he isn't a Victory anymore.

"Soon to be a queen." Jason adds.

I smile and take my hoodie off my waist. I put my arms through the sleeves and feel the warmth on my skin. I was wearing a white tank top, otherwise known as my uniform top. It was freezing out of course.

"Come on. You have your entrance to make wih us." Jason says quickly.

"Yeah, totally. Get your ass into formation people." Brent pipes up.

"Yeah. We're officially the only ones out here, meaning it's time." Jason concludes.

We line up with me in the dead center. Jason and Brent are on both sides of me, and I carry my posters in myself, no matter what anyone else says.

We open the doors and step in. Every step is syncronized with theirs. Surprisingly, I can keep up. Everyone parts, or lets us know they are jealous with a glare. We stop off at our lockers, which are right next to each other thanks to Xavier, who forced some freshman to give us their lockers in exchange for ou crappy ones when he was a are literally reserved for Team Victory members, and if we get more, then other people move and we add to the line.

I open my locker and toss my books and things in. It's Friday, so we literally have study hall all day, with no classes. I shift my posters and feel a light tap on my right shoulder. I swivel around and come face to face with Tina Louve, my competition for Prom Queem. She's a Freshman, and she has a lot more friends then me. Though I'm more popular, making this a tough rivalry. We both have something the other doesn't.

"So...your back." Tina says in her raspy voice.

"Yeah. Be a doll and hold these for me." I say, thrusting the posters into her arms as I close my locker.

"You might as wel give up. I don't think you have much of a chance of winning. Your younger. Your not a Hunger Games Victor. You aren't part of the most elite group in all of Panem, and you aren't surrounded by older classmen that want to vote for you. Give up, and I'll think about mentioning you in my acceptance speech."

I take the posters and watch at 5 other girls come up behind Tina.

"Oh, so I see you got some friends." I say.

"Face it, Lizzy. I'm more people friendly. Poeple like the candidate that is more relatable to them. And also, they like the candidate that isn't knocked up."

I lift my fist and punch her in the jaw before she can react. She collapses to the ground, and her cronies go to help her as I smirk.

"Go. Leave now. I'll handle her." I shout at the girls.

They scatter at the sheer sound of my voice. I have power, and I am loving it.