Running Wild

Told from the view of Katniss and Peeta's daughter: Rue Primrose Mellark about life in District 12, the people we left behind at the end of Mockingjay and the new improved government of Panem.


3. Chapter 3

Grandmother soon arrived and we greeted her with hugs and kisses. She followed me slowly up the stairs, complaining now and then that her back was hurting. I sat expectantly in front of a mirror as Grandma made herself comfortable behind me.

"You look lovely dear." Grandma complemented me.

"Thanks. Mother still doesn't entirely trust Octavia and that lot though!" I replied laughing.

Grandma grabbed my head. "Could you sit still please Rue!" I winced as she tugged on a strand of my hair.

"Sorry Grandma." Some people call me Prim, but Grandma likes to call me Rue, probably something to do with Auntie Primrose being her daughter and her dying so young. I look in the mirror at Grandma's hands working swiftly, pulling in small strands of hair and twisting them around to create something wonderful. I always envied Grandma, being able to create art with hair. It's really quite stunning.

"Finished." Grandman said, triumphantly tying the last strands away. I hopped up from the chair and ran downstairs to find the rest of my family sitting in the front room.

"Ta-da!" I said twirling slowly so they could inspect my appearance.

"You look beautiful" Father smiled. Mother nodded, agreeing with Father. I coughed loudly and it had the desired effect. Cinna Finnick looked up at me and his jaw dropped.

"What do ya think Cin?" I asked him as he adjusted something on his gadget without even looking at it. He was wearing a white shirt with deep blue trousers. His blonde hair contrasting nicely. Grandma made an appearance at the door.

"So this is where you ran off to!" She exclaimed looking at me directly. I felt my cheeks flush light red. Grandma waved it off like it was nothing. Father looked at his watch and frowned a bit.

"It's time we got going, otherwise we're going to be late...... again." Once his words had sunken in, we started frantically gathering the last things we needed.

"Has everyone got everything?" Father asked, he checked us over, and then, finally satisfyed we left the house and started to walk towards the town square.


As we reached the square, me and Cinna rushed off to the roped off areas as we awaited the arrival of our chaperone. Gale Hawthorne. Mother's old hunting partner. He doesn't like me and Cinna that much, probably because he loves Mother and wanted to marry her. He's married himself now, to a snooty District Two woman, Glimmer, she was named after some dead victor in the first Hunger Games Mother and Father competed in.

Gale arrived, his black hair slicked back with grease. Ergh. He started what he did every year, a speech. I only listen because every year, I hope they'll provide me with more information about Mother.

"As you know, this is an annual event and is held to make our government a better place. With children contributing, our world will become a much more modern place. But we wouldn't be here if it wasn't for your very own Katniss Everdeen. Or should I say Katniss Mellark" -I picked up on the certain venom placed into that remark- "And her two children are actually standing here as well. Let's hope they don't have the same bad luck their parents do. Now as Effie always used to say: May the odds ever be in your favour." He made the same bad luck joke every year. And always put on a funny voice when he said the last part. He took a few steps forward to reach the girl's glass sphere. Gale's hand reached in and pulled out a single piece of paper. He unfolded it carefully.

"Rue Primrose Mellark." That was my name.

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