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"Primrose Evengreen!" My heart dropped when she called her name, Instantly I knew life could never be the same. So I took my chance and took her place. It hurt to think I'd never again see her face.

But through a hoax he helped me home. A boy named Peeta, who I must give my heart to call his own. But the memories from the arena wouldn't leave me alone. I lost my little friend, a child named Rue, but took revenge because her killer died too.

When it came time to win, I wasn't alone. Peeta and I's defiance became well known. It didn't take long to figure out we were in trouble. And the consequences for our action would leave us dead in the rubble.

We never would have guessed they'd send us in for round two. Again we were alone up on the stage, only this time he nor I tried to hide our rage. We made up lies to help us through. I became "pregnant" and married we were. We became the ones Panem prefered. But to our surprise others lied too.

I guess it was my doing that made the arena explode. And it's it's rubble is where I should erode. Haymitch had it all figured out, But when I awoke I began to shout. Peeta was gone, captured, alone. The ashes of my district still smoked. And they expected me to sit on a throne.

I'd be their savior, their Princess of Rebellion. They'd never expect me to act like a hellion. But with Peeta gone now I just didn't care. And it wasn't until after they left I became aware.

They were saving him, just for my sake, They thought the pain of losing him was too much for me to take. They never could've guessed Peeta's mind would be gone. And in it's place would be Snow's personal pawn.

I screamed and I cried but willed myself to fight. Everyone told me it'd be death if I tried. But I reassured them that I'd be alright. And within a few weeks I'd won back my pride.

They sent me away from District Thirteen, And even through battle I was treated like a Queen. They filmed me and made me the face of the world. It was my face that made President Snow want to hurl.

It wasn't very long, but to my surprise. They sent Peeta in with a shipment of supplies. He wanted me dead, brainwashed by President Snow. But there was a deep connection, in which the President didn't know. I got through to him, the way no one else could. And beside me in battle he stood.

We were out one day with the camera crew. Filming shots that were long overdue. When all over a sudden we were under attack. It was safe to say we were taken aback.

We made up a plan to get away. But we lost many men on that terrible day. In the end, with much distraught. We made it to the place in which we sought.

Standing alone in front of the home of President Snow. I watched my sister Prim help those hurt from a blow. But before she got the chance to give them aid. Another set of bombs came down, exploding, a grenade.

I watched my sister die right then and there, her body going up in one huge flare. The anger I felt then burned bright. But when I got my chance with Snow there was something not right.

Instead of my arrow piercing into his skin, I knew that I couldn't let neither him or Coin win. There was something off about Coins actions. But I misread the crowds reaction.

Instead of living life in a prison cell, I was acquitted, and to my home in District Twelve I was permitted. To my delight I wasn't alone. Haymitch, Peeta and a few other I've known. Came to live in the ruins of our old home.

Now every night I dream of the dome. That changed me from the child who hunted for food, To the young women I am now, so crude. Married to Peeta, with two children of our own. Trying to keep them away from the life that we've known.

Life isn't a fairytale for me now that it's done I still feel the weight of the pain, ten tons. I still wake up screaming from terrible dreams. But with Peeta by my side, well we make a great team.

I've tried hard to forget those nights, spent alone in the arena, for my life I fight. I dread the day my children find out. How our past came about.