"Mom... Dad..." I sat both my parents down at my dining room table, and sent my brother to his room, "There isn't just the games, is there, that you were suppose to tell me about earlier and I know Max was supposed to be told too... But neither of us were... We were given what we thought were major subjects... But none of them counted... It was all about protection, wasn't it?" They both glare calmly at each other, they know what I mean.

"Yes." My father replies.

"We are just pieces in their games..." I think aloud... "I know the secrets behind my Bow and Arrow... same with Max's... It was all for protection."

"Yes..." My father does all the speaking.

"Beety," My mother looks faint, "Haymitch, Gale, Peeta, Katniss... Names in my history book... Names who all hatched a plan... For our protection... The revolution was never solved... It won't be until revenge... Am I correct." My father nods, "Snow's verses the Everdeen's, Mellark's, Hawthorne's?"

"There is much more to this than we wanted happening." My father seems to be thinking I blame them but I don't.

"Snow? Huh? This was his idea... Huh?"

"Not just his... Coin and Snow."

"Coin?" I recognize the name...

"The president of District thirteen... The head of the rebellion."

"She hatched the plan."

My father continues on giving me every detail of each game and all the rebellion... I soon uncover how, it couldn't be the end... It shouldn't... Blame wasn't pointed and Coin had asked my mother if the country should have another games though she replied against it... Coin had expected her to reply towards it... Coin had planned everything for the future and the new government went as plan... When my parents found out... They had no choice but to give me hints of what was to come... Of the last games... Of the final blow.

Giving us the fancy weapons we would secretly use in the games through Haymitch's place in the Game makers... Yes Haymitch a Gamemaker, Trainer...

Tomorrow the checklist will be almost completed... The government can put a check next to: The Final Reaping.

"You ready?" My mother asks.

"I want Auntie Prim's outfit to wear tomorrow... She... is the Mockingjay, for this rebel." I reply.

My Aunt was brave, young, intelligent, and loving... she would have died for my mother... Tomorrow she is my Mockingjay. A true rebel in hiding... I am finishing this games... I am finishing for what she deserved... for what her and Rue deserved... No Capitol.

Our Government has created a new capitol.

"And mother, wildflowers in my hair, for Rue. Oh and... do my hair in Cinna's point of view."

My mother laugh cries... "Well how did you learn of Cinna?"

"I learned to eaves drop at a young age, that is how." I spoke only the truth he was a piece in the games as well as me... we all are.

I still remember the day I first heard of Cinna... My parents were talking with Gale in the woods... I was hunting alone... Max was sick.

They would go out as far as a little house... a house I enjoyed to read in... where two old peace maker uniforms still hung on a self made coat rack.

They met there often... Still do... They were talking about Cinna... His personality... His charm... How he wasn't one of the capitol's... I enjoyed their story, his story... I never forgot it... I couldn't wait to meet him... Until my mother cried and Gale looked away as if he couldn't bare the pain... their final words that day were...

"He was beaten to death because of pursuing the place of the Mockingjay."

"You take after me..." My mother's voice breaks my day dream.

"Promise me... something." I answer

"If I don't win... don't do what you did when Prim died... think of it as... a new start for me with Rue and Cinna and Thresh... everyone who died fighting."

"That is a lot like what I told my Mother... When I went into the games."

I give her a half smile and run of to my room... My room with completely dead white roses at the window... I know now exactly why they weren't moved... Snow... Another hint I now toss out the window and replace with Primroses from our garden.

Aunt Prim, and every one else I am fighting for you... and my mother's promises I know she made to you before the games... I will win, like her... just for you.

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The morning of the reaping had come...

"It is time..." My mother whispered as she finished braiding my hair.

"I know." I replied anxiety off the wall.

"Remember you can't give away your Bow... Haymitch will help you. I promise."

"I'll remember. Mom?" I ask, "Do you think Max will be chosen?"

"I don't know... Sweet heart. I don't know."

She fastened my Mockingjay pin on my heart and walked me out the door.

The main square is filled with children ages twelve to eighteen each shaking, palms wet, hearts beating faster than time.

"Hello District Twelve." Auntie Effie appears between twenty-four cracked glass bowls, "Well welcome to the seventy-sixth Hunger Games! First a message from our capitol..." Auntie Effie looks towards the screen and the starts fiddling with her ear, "What we aren't doing that anymore? Oh well then let's begin, shall we? May the Odds be ever in your favor. Since the rebellion we haven't really been in very good contact with the other districts besides this one so for the fifteenth anniversary of the rebellion being over we have announced that District twelve children will be representing all the districts. That means twenty-four children all from District twelve... Isn't it magnificent!"

She reaches into the bowl labeled "ladies one," "Ladies first," she picks up a sheet of paper and reads it aloud, "Representing District One is Molly Snow."

Molly slowly walked towards the stage, in her prettiest dress.

"Pleasure to meet you." Effie says now reaching into the male bowl.

She continues this process, until she comes to the last district. Twelve.

So far everyone my parents suggested has been chosen except for me.

Finny: his father's District.

Johnny: Eleven.

Auntie Effie reaches into the bowl labeled "ladies twelve."

"Representing District twelve is Petunia Robertson." What.

My mind spins as Auntie Effie chooses The Male representing district twelve... Why wasn't it me?

"Now in a first time event, we are choosing two tributes to represent District Thirteen." Two new bowls come rolling out on small podiums.

One labeled "ladies thirteen" the other "gentlemen thirteen."

Max glares over at me and gives me an I don't know gesture.

Auntie Effie reaches into the brand new glass bowl and pulls out a sheet of white paper.

"Madge Rose Mellark. Oh well how wonderful my very own niece has been chosen for the first Hunger Games in fifteen year. Come up Rosie sweet heart." Auntie Effie looks iridescent with a purple crescent moon smile on her face. Of course it was me... we all knew it would be me.

Until before they announced the tributes for District Twelve... For just a second we thought it wouldn't be me.

I quietly make my way up through the crowd to the stage.

Effie makes her way over to me and cradles me in her arms for just a second.

"Now where were we oh yes... The boy tribute representing District thirteen is... Maxwell Hawthorne." Max's face goes pale... He wasn't expecting this... Honestly neither was I.

"Good afternoon Ladies and Gentleman. Have a nice Day!"

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