The Same Mistakes

Chapter 1

On the other side of a street I knew

Stood a girl that looked like you

I guess thats deja vuBut I thought this can't be true

Cause you moved to west L.A or New York or Santa Fe

Or where ever to get away from me

"Can you help me, Katniss?" Prim asked, her bright blue eyes staring at the duffel bag in front of her, a pile of shirts, colorful and bright sitting next to it. "I don't think I can fit anymore clothes in here." She said, struggling to close the bag as it was.

Katniss eyed her own duffel bag and the few shirts she'd tossed in it, all of them black and gray.

Packing was never too difficult for her; her wardrobe mainly consisted of jeans and t-shirts. And only just a few at that, compared to her baby sister.

"Bring those here" Katniss told her, nodding towards Prim's surplus of clothes.

She picked her pile of clothes up, clumsily dropping a few on the floor as she made her way from her own bed to Katniss', spreading them across her older sister's bed.

Katniss bent to the floor, picking up the clothes that had jumped ship during Prim's trek across their room and folded them, setting them next to the pile that Prim had just began to re-fold.

"You know, Katniss, we're going to Uncle Haymitch's house for a whole three months. I think you're going to need more clothes than that." Prim said, peeking into Katniss' bag, picking at the small pile of clothes Katniss had stuffed into the vinyl, beaten up bag.

Katniss smiled, the kind only her little sister could get out of her on most days, as she tucked Prim's pink shirt into her skirt, patting the front of her skirt down. Prim was twelve, only four years Katniss' junior, but was Katniss' baby sister. She was innocent, and wholesome, and beautiful. "Don't worry, little duck. If I run out of my own, I'll just borrow some of your shirts."

Prim giggled, a dimple in her left cheek deepening as she showed her teeth. "Then maybe you'll wear some color! All you ever wear are boring colors!"

Katniss rolled her eyes, folding Prim's clothes as she packed them in her own bag.

She heard her door open, her mother's footsteps softly thudding until Katniss felt the mattress shift as the older lady took a seat on the mattress, adjacent to the duffel bag.

Katniss concentrated on the bag in front of her, folding and packing the rest of Prim's clothes as Prim padded towards their mother, climbing the bed to sit behind her.

With her small hands, little Prim gathered their mother's blonde hair, brushing out the knots before she separated her hair into three sections, beginning to twist the blonde strands into a beautiful French braid. It always made her mother look more like her mother. Before everything happened. Before he left.

Katniss picked up another shirt, scrunching up her face as she took in the sequenced pink article of clothing. It was one of Prim's favorites, and it was clearly something Katniss could never imagine herself wearing. She'd leave the sequences and the pink to her little sister.

She felt her mother's hand cover her own, and she dropped the shirt she'd folded back onto the bed, her fingers reacting to the touch. She sighed, picking up the shirt again before glancing at her mother.

Prim and her mother looked alike; they both had electric blue eyes and hair so blonde it almost looked white in the sun. Katniss, on the other hand, with her dull gray eyes and sheening black her, had taken her looks from her father.