A Spark of Snow (Hunger Games)

Chapter 1

Any characters, situations or dialogue from the Hunger Games universe belong exclusively to Suzanne Collins. 

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Chapter 1

You may have heard of my mother and father. Most people have. They are what might be considered celebrities in this particular place. Their names are Peeta Mellark and Katniss Everdeen. They are famous for defying the Capitol, our government. Aside from that, I know little about their past. 

We learn very little about the past in school. History lessons focus on much of the history of the world before Panem came to existence. It also focuses on much of the history of the past 50 years, leaving a large chunk of time open to interpretation. Much of our history is unknown to us all now.

My parents don't tell me much about their lives before Willow and I were born. We have no idea why they are so famous or what on earth they started. They don't talk and over the years, Willow- my sister- and I have learned that it's better not to ask questions. We have always been afforded the luxury that whatever they did pays for. We don't question what it is they might have done to be where they are now, at least not openly. 

I have several inconsistent details of the past, and none of them fit into the jigsaw that we have before us. When my mother was Willow's age, she never wanted children. Or to get married. But now, she and my father have been married almost thirty years, and their marriage boasts two children, with the hope of future grandchildren. I know my mother once had a sister- something neither she nor my grandmother speak of. Her name was Primrose. I know that District 12 as it currently stands is less than 55 years old. It was all destroyed once. Left to nothing but ash. 

I know that somehow, something unexplainable once happened on this land that changed the fate of us all forever. I think there must have been some sacrifice. There almost always is. I think that my parents must have lost a lot of people, and that is why they see so few of their friends. I have heard their names whispered, and periodically been kissed on the cheeks by them during our haphazard meetings through the years, but my seventeen years boast next to nothing in knowledge of the past. 

All literature regarding the past is under lock and key at the Capitol and no one has ever dared attempt to obtain it, at least not successfully. And, to top it all off, a new girl has appeared in school, with a complicated link to the past. It would seem that her father once had a link to my mother, and a link that did not end pleasantly. I also think that I might be developing feelings for this girl, which means that one way or another, I am about to find out a whole lot about the past.

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