Chapter 1
“Dad! Where’s the frosting?” said Aaron as he looks all over the kitchen, I try to help him, but I see Mom outside doing something with a bow and arrow. She always tells us how she used to use a bow and arrow to feed our Aunt Prim and Grandma back when she was a teenager. She never talks about Grandpa though, sometimes I wonder what happened to him and why we never got to see him. Mom says my name is Rose because I’m named after Aunt Prim, I don’t get how Prim and Rose have anything in common with each other but I like both names.
I turn around and see Dad helping Aaron frost a cake through the window. I think about going back in later and seeing what they did. Then I hear Mom coming over and I turn around again. “Hey, what’s so interesting over here?” she says, “I’m just watching Dad and Aaron with frost stuff.” I said. Then I add “Mom, why is dad so interested in baking bread and decorating cakes and stuff like that?” Mom sits next to me on the ground near the window, takes a long pause that seems like forever then finally says, “Back in some of the more early, not so Capitol-like days here in District 12, your Dad worked at the bakery. I was sitting outside under a tree and… It was raining.. he came outside with two loafs of burnt bread, his mom was yelling at him.. but he threw one loaf to the pigs and the other to me. That’s why he’s so into all that with the cakes and bread, because he used to work at the old bakery with his parents.” I sit there silently staring out into the woods. “So you guys didn’t really meet after the bombing in District 13? It was way before that?” She sighs and says, “No, we didn’t, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner I just couldn’t and there’s more to it actually…. a lot.. more to it that I just cant tell you now but I will later I promise.” I look around and go inside. When I’m almost to my room, I hear Mom and Dad talking outside. I stop walking when I hear Dad say “Katniss, I thought we weren’t going to tell them until they were 18? She’s only 12 now.” I’m about to go up the stairs when Mom says “I know.. but she asked me why you were so interested in baking and painting and I just…. I… I…. well at first I was just going to tell her that you worked at the bakery.. but then I just got carried away.. and I just couldn’t stop talking…. and.. and… I’m sorry….” I can’t hear anything after that so I turn around to go look out the window to see what happened. I look out the window to see them walking away into the woods, Mom still with her bow, and Dad still with his frosting spatula.
