I am Katniss's Daughter.

Primrose Library

I go to the library with little Finnick II. I am twelve, he is eight. I carry a little card. It lets me go on the computers and check books out of the building. I am very lucky.

The Manor is is the middle of a meadow. The meadow is beautiful and has a flowery path leading to the library. I pick up flowers along the way. The breeze spreads the pollen into the air, making Finnick sneezes. Once we get to the library, I put the flowers at the side of the library. I put them as a rainbow. I only saw a rainbow once. The minute I saw it I recorded the colors and shape. Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Indigo, and Violet. The colors are free and transparent in a curve across the sky. Then, the wind seems to take it away.

The double doors open automatically. I walk in with Finnick holding hands. The library smells of old paper and sand. I took a big whiff of it and almost started coughing. I come to the counter. I then see Haymitch behind it. He is sleeping, but he wakes up as soon as he senses my presence. He hasn’t shaved for weeks. Probably not weeks, probably for months on end. He is in old, dirty, beige jumpsuit. His hair is goes to his shoulders that is turning grey. He is still a fat slob and I can see the spit drooling down his bottom lip.

"Hey little Mockingjays, how are you?" He says. I don't know why he calls us that. I will have to look it up. A long with my parents names. Maybe even check out a book if they have it.

"Good. Thanks for asking. Me and Finnick are here to check out a book. Maybe a couple if you don't mind." I say. I set the card down. He always has to check the card before we do anything. He swipes the card from the metal desk and scans it under a red light. The machine makes a beep and Haymitch frowns at me.

He says," Why look here! Does Daisy have a book lost? The Long Road? Its okay, but remember to return it on your next visit. Is there anything in-par-tic-u-lar you would like to check out?” Haymitch responds. When he said in particular he really spaced it out.

"Oh, no. Nothing in particular. Just. You, know. Browsing. Looking Around." I say.

"Yeah, I want a butterfly book!" Finnick says. I look down at him. He doesn’t act like an eight year-old. He acted like a four year old that always wanted to be a carried around. But sure enough, he was eight. He is smiling at me. Then he turns to Haymitch and smiles. He holds my hand tighter. Ok. My decision is made. Finnick is NOT helping. And. Finnick is also a four year-old.

“Well, go ahead then. I'll be right here." Haymitch says. He picks up a book and starts reading. The book is upside-down though. Oh, Haymitch. I look at the title. It says ’75 Years of Terror' by my relative. Wow, Gale writes books? Gale is my Uncle. Gale Hawthorne. He always smiles. But when ever he is with my mother, he acts… strange.

I walk away from the counter and start to browse through books. Although, I cant find any clues. There are books like:

Hunger Tells All

75 Years of Terror

The Aftermath

Capital's Way

The Bird of the Revolution

A Designers way of Telling: Fire Costume

All these books just don't make sense. Also, all of them have dark covers and over 200 pages. Looks like I have to get some resources. Gale's book maybe. But right now, at this time. I will need Haymitch. Finnick comes to me with a book. It says, Butterflies Fly! I smile at Finnick and go to Haymitch. Last chance, I think. Last alternative.