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*Rose's POV*
Looking at the sky now is one thing I find comfort in...sometimes life down here is so much more chaotic. Well, that's what it seems like to me.
Mom has always been way overprotective. I understand that, but it is also annoying. A kid has to learn to be independent. Now that I'm nineteen, an adult...I can be on my own. Same with my brother, Markus whose sixteen.
"Hey catch!"
I see Markus throw a blueberry at me.
I catch it and then pop it into my mouth. Now that we're free of President Snow, we can have things like blueberries, oranges, grapes, pineapples, etc.
"That was mine, I only told you to catch it!" Markus growls.
"Too bad so sad." I say sarcastically.
My brother then wrestles me to the ground. I pin him only to be flipped over onto my back.
"Oww! What the heck was that for?!" I yell.
"What? I'm just messing around. Don't be so uptight." He says looking away from me and wiping off the dirt and leaves.
Little brothers...I think.
"It's just a blueberry! Don't be so uptight." I mock.
"Whatever, I'm going to buy some more paper. Buttercup and her kitten's need some more bedding." He mutters.
"Ohh...okay." I say.
We both part our ways and I head toward's my mom and dad's house. We are pretty wealthy, not to brag or anything. Markus and I have helped the people rebuild. Some much death has happened in 12...I sigh. Including my dad, Peeta's mom and dad.
I open the door to my house and see my dad baking loaves of bread. He loves baking, I think. I chuckle.
"Welcome back Rose." He greets me. I kick off my hiking boots and grab and apple off the counter.
"Hey dad." I reply.
I stop to look into a mirror that's on the wall in one of the hallways. I have my mom's dark brown hair and my dad's blue eyes. I love my eyes, they have a unique color to it.
I reach my bedroom and flop onto my bed, then I look over at the buttercup and her kitten's. They're so beautiful. I gently stroke Buttercup's fur and she purrs.
She's been alive for a long time. My mom used to hate her, but since my aunt Prim or Primrose died, I guess they've been...friends.
Speaking of Primrose...I'm named Rose in honor of her. My mom wanted that as my name so she would not forget her beloved friend.
I hear footsteps behind me and I turn around.
"Hey mom."
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Book 4 of The Hunger Games: Burning Ashes
Teen FictionIt has now been many years since the Hunger Games have taken place. Peeta Mellark and Katniss Everdeen have had peaceful lives living in the ruins of Panem, besides the fact that they have had to raise two adorable kids...not that that is a problem...
