"I guess that day of fun will have to take a rain check?" Says Prim, sitting on the bed holding Buttercup.
More like a bomb check, Prim.

"I guess so," I respond, placing Rosemary down for her nap. Not long after, I find myself tripping over the bed when the first bomb hits. It sounds more powerful than thunder, and the ground shakes. More bombs hit the same area. It startles Rosie, and she starts to cry. Before I can rush to her, Buttercup jumps from Prim's lap and he runs over across the room and jumps on the bed.
"No!" I tell the cat, worried that he'll jump on her. I'm too late and he's already perked up his tail, prancing over. First his tail brushes against her arm, and then he sticks his face to her cheek. My baby sister halts her loud screaming. Her squinted, red eyes widen at the furry animal rubbing his face onto hers. I can't even comprehend why Rosie hasn't screamed her head off, but I raise my eyebrow, curious to see what will happen next. Buttercup then purrs audibly, curling up into a little ball beside her small little body.

"Wow," says Prim, "Buttercup is usually not so cuddly with anyone but me. He has a feisty attitude for everyone."

"Not her," I exhale a breathy laugh.

The bombs start to become more frequent, with only a couple second pauses. I stop their cuddling session and I pick Rosemary up. I climb onto the bed, sitting next to Prim, and we lean against the wall. Buttercup jumps into her lap and the four of us go under a blanket.

"What can take our minds off this?" I suggest. Rosie's fussing starts to quiet down and she starts to drift to sleep, despite the occasional thump of a bomb that lightly shakes us.

Prim takes a flashlight that sits on the floor, and she turns it on. As soon as it's pointed at the wall, Buttercup jumps from her lap and chases it. I let out a laugh, very amused. She chances the direction, and points it at the ceiling. He doesn't know what to do, so he just stands there and meows.

"Lemme try!" She hands me the flashlight and I point it on the other bed. He leaps for it and before he can reach the spot I point the flashlight next to me. My little plan works, and now he's close enough for me to pet him.

"Will this be us for the next few hours?"

"I guess so, could be days." she answers.

We continue messing with the grown cat, and when Rosemary wakes, she smiles at him and sticks her little fingers out in his direction.
My head perks up when I hear a loud scream. Not a scream of danger, but one of anger. I recognize the two voices. One nasty, scratchy voice must belong to Charity. The other sounds like the girl career from District 4.
I lean my ear against the wall and listen. Prim mimics me.

"You can't just ask people why they're alive! Have some manners!" says the girl.

"It should have been you on their death bed, not my Koltie poo!"

"Well, how was I supposed to know that a rebellion was being planned? That Raina would convince me to go with her in the arena? The point is my life is saved and I'm here at the moment. And your little boyfriend is alive and paying for his actions in the Capitol. There's nothing you can do to change that. It's not my fault, it's not the girl from 12's fault. No one is responsible for this but President Snow. He's the one who took your friend. So stop blaming everyone for his wrong-doing, and shut your nasty, screeching, potty mouth before you won't have the ability to use it."

"What are you going to do if I don't, wise ass?"

"Have you forgotten that I've been forced to train half my life for the Hunger Games? I'm an experienced killer, and I could make your cannon go off with my bare hands."

Prim looks at me wide-eyed, taking her ear from the wall. I place Rosie in the arms of Katniss's trusting sister, and I stand up. I try to open the door, but it's locked. I bang on the compartment door some more, but it won't budge.

"It must be bolted for bomb procedure reasons. You can't go stop their girl fight, Raina." Prim tells me.

I climb back on the bed and place my face close to the wall.

"Who says I can't?"

"Me. I just did."

"Shhh," I tell her. I start to project my voice at the wall.

"Can you two stop the girl fight? If I hear another word from you Charity, you'll regret it."

She screams of frustration, and then I hear something shatter. I just hope it wasn't anyone's face. I give up, and sit back down. I know they're fighting, and I am not completely sure if Charity will be alive by the end of it or not. Not my problem. I have enough battles to face. Not to mention, passing time in this stuffy room is more difficult than I anticipated.

The uneventful days we have spent in there are useless to summarize. Moving back into our normal compartments may feel a little nicer, but not at all does it give me any feeling of "home." Talisa's stomach is huge, and she's due for her baby any day now. Prim and I sit with her in her compartment.

"Have you thought about names yet?" Prim asks.

She stays silent, staring at the wall in front of her.

I gently place a hand on her shoulder, and she looks at me briefly.

"What's on your mind?"

She deeply inhales before speaking.

"How is it, that I don't even remember anything about when it happened?"

"I'm not following you," I tell her.

"When it happened," she points to her stomach.

"What did you remember?" asks Prim, with the same soothing softness that her voice carries.

She closes her eyes tight, as if searching for the memory.

"I remember- him asking me on a date... I politely declined... he guilted me into it."

She collects herself before continuing,

"It wasn't a date. It was a trap. He brought me to this party that teenagers were at. I know that District 2 is no stranger to parties but, I don't go to them. He couldn't take no for an answer when it came to anything. The last thing I remembered, is.. he said he'll get me water. He came back with a drink what wasn't water. I woke up outside, in the middle of nowhere, and now I'm here, eight months pregnant."

"And here you are, away from him, as safe as a refugee can be. I think it's really brave of you to go through with all of this. It will all be worth it."

Prim always knows how to talk to people with her way of words. This reminds me much of Peeta. Katniss could talk about him for hours on end, which she has.

Prim said she'll stay with Talisa to talk while I check on my sister, who I left with Katniss and Peeta. As I open the door to their compartment, I see Katniss putting on boots and her hunting jacket.

"Where are you going?" I ask quietly, because Peeta and the baby are both asleep in the bed.

Before she answers, she walks to the corner of the room, taking a brown pair of boots and handing it to me.

"Cinna left this for you." She barely spits the words out.

Cinna. The talented stylist who worked a spark of rebellion into his creations. I know he was close to Katniss. A friend. I didn't notice the large black album she holds tightly in her arms.

She takes a deep breath and sits on the floor. She lightly pats the spot next to her and I sit. She opens the album, turning to the first page.

"Effie gave me this. Cinna knew I was going to lead this rebellion. He gave it to Plutarch, and only wanted me to have it when I decided to become the Mockingjay on my own. He designed these beautiful soldier outfits, and ones for propagandas. Beetee even said he had a surprise for me in the weaponry room. He said I can go down there tomorrow."

She pauses to slowly flip through the pages. It's clear she's already looked at it with Effie, but it's sentimental to her, and I'm thankful she's showing me. She turns to a page with her Mockingjay suit, and there's writing above it. I read the neat, script penmanship: "I'm still betting on you." Katniss wipes the few tears from her eyes and continues onto the next page. I've concluded myself that he's no longer here.

"How did he die?" I ask in a soft, monotone voice.

"I guess the Capitol punished him for channeling his emotions into his work."
she says, not at all triggered by my question. She's already felt too much pain to have a breakdown at the moment.

"Here's something I want to show you." She flips the page again and on it are more outfits that look similar to hers, but a little alternated. I'm about to ask what they're for when I read the top of the page. It's my name. Cinna designed these for me. I thought of it as a privilege to have him design dresses for me but this puts a lump in my throat. I'm feeling a wave of excitement and sadness. I don't feel worthy enough to have Cinna create such beautiful designs for me.

"Cinna may have believed in me, but he has just as much faith in you, Raina. I'm not being the Mockingjay for myself, or Coin, but for Cinna. For your baby sister. For Peeta. For you. All the people who deserve the peaceful life they earned."

We are both quiet as she continues to show me the outfits Cinna has drawn. After a few more minutes of admiring them, she just smiles.

"You know what Effie told me? I almost forgot. Cinna has made these outfits. Plutarch has them ready for us, he has some designs for Peeta, too. We may be sucked into Propaganda soon, but I'll feel a hell of a lot better with Cinna's clothing there to comfort me. Bring me sanity."
Katniss closes the book and sighs. She finishes tying her shoe laces, standing.

"Come on, we're going hunting."

"Hunting? Come again?"

"Plutarch convinced Coin, don't ask questions. Let's go."

She hands me boots and a dark brown jacket. Rosemary wakes up from her nap, stirring on Peeta's chest. She slaps his face repeatedly, causing him to open his eyes.

"Well hello peanut." He tickles her, causing her to squeal. I smile, lacing up my own shoes.

Katniss walks over to them and kisses Peeta.

"We'll be back soon. Plutarch said we can go today."

He nods, closing his eyes again.

*
I forgot how wonderful fresh air makes me feel. It's the little things such as the outdoors that people take for granted. The minute we are outside I feel... at peace. An empty mind, empty soul. Even though this is temporary, I will enjoy it the best I can.
It's not too fresh for long. I may have spoken too soon. I smell a strong, familiar aroma. There goes that feeling. Katniss right away is uneasy, but she sits down on a large rock to dust off her hunting equipment. I sit beside her, trying to get the horrid smell out of my nasal passages. It gives me an unsettling, familiar feeling.

"I think Peeta would be a great dad." I tell her, smiling a little.

She's taken back for a moment.

"And bring an innocent child into this mess of a world? I can't even take care of myself, Raina. I'm seventeen. You seem to forget that I'm a kid, too." she bursts out.

I guess I picked the wrong thing to say. I put my hands on my knees and wipe the sweat on my grey jumpsuit.

"You're right. I keep forgetting. I guess time and tragedy has forced you to grow too quickly. Now that my family is gone, I see you as... a mother figure. I've recognized my youth, you know. I know I've gone through a lot and I'm just a kid. I want to stay a kid for as long as possible. Hate to say it, but I don't want to be like you."

She exhales a short, funny laugh.

"Oh, you know what I mean," I nudge her, " I would love to be as brave as you. Strong, kind, beautiful, cunning, the way you don't let men coddle you. It's the element of maturity you have that I don't want just yet."

"I know exactly what you mean. I'm sorry. And trust me, I know that Peeta would be the worlds best father. It's my selfish reasoning on why I don't want children when I'm older. You know, let's see if we make it out of this rebellion alive first. Okay?"

I nod, smiling.

"Alrighty. Ready to show me how to hunt?" I stand up.

She turns around and looks out in front of her, and her face immediately goes pale. I follow her gaze, and mentally slap myself not noticing. Pure, vile, white roses. Thousands of them surround the area ten feet away from us.
My mind wanders involuntarily to a flashback. The tribute who tried to kill me by pushing me into rose-like blades. The painful, gruesome death I made her endure.

There's no question on who left these here.

"They're for us," says Katniss, staring ahead, petrified.

"Oh no." I say. Is this a sign that we need to give up? Even if we do, all of District 13 will be executed for our rebellious actions.

"They're going to kill him." says Katniss, her face as white as the roses.

"What?"

"Kolton. This is Snow. Trying to torture us. Get to your head. To let us know that he'll kill him if it came down to it. We have to get him out."

My heart drops to my stomach. It drops even more when I hear violent coughing in the distance. Where is it coming from? Katniss turns around and arms her bow, ready to hit our threat with her arrow. I see a figure stumbling over rocks, heading towards our direction. I know they're not armed, and in terrible condition.

"Don't shoot." I tell Katniss. She instantly puts her bow down and watches intensely. I can finally tell it's a girl. She looks like a bomb survivor. Her clothing has large holes burned in them. Ash marks on her face. Her hair messed up everywhere. She starts to pull something out of her pocket and Katniss instantly arms herself again, pointing at the teenager's heart.
The girl pulls out a crumpled piece of paper and tries to wave it.

My pulse speeds up rapidly, and I nearly faint at the sight of who the girl is.

"Don't shoot!" I scream at the top of my lungs to Katniss. She widens her eyes at me and drops her bow and sheath of arrows. I put my hand over my mouth and take a step back. This can't possibly be her.

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Hey it's Jenni! Sorry is been over a month. Comment who you think Raina sees and recognizes? Thanks for all of your support!

(In case anyone cares, I GOT MY FIRST BOYFRIEND OKAY BYE)