Hello readers!

Ever since I've finished the Hunger Games series, I've wondered what it would be like for Katniss's daughter to watch her Hunger Games in school and I've finally decided to write it.

I'd like to thank my lovely editor The Infinite Dani-Chan Replika for her help with this.

This is part one of two, enjoy! :D

Rosie took a deep breath as she stared at her mother's back from behind a corner. She was nervous to say the very least and she knew that her mother had been in one of her odd moods as of late. This was not going to be easy but then again, her morbid curiosity had been dying to know what had happened all those years ago. But really, what child wouldn't like to know how their parents got together? It wasn't her fault that her parents met in the weirdest and most horrible circumstances ever.

To everyone else in the country of Panem, her parents were the two who had sparked the rebellion against the Capitol and who had brought the country to peace at last. But to Rosie, they were just plain old mom and dad.

In the schools of District 12, and in the schools in all of the other districts across Panem, children had learned about what used to be the norm not to long ago. How every year, children from each district would be sent to their deaths, allowing only one to survive. This used to be called the Hunger Games and it was supposed to be a punishment to what had happened over one-hundred years ago.

Rosie had no idea how anyone could deal with this idea but then realized that people actually couldn't and that was why her parents were now living legends for forever more. It was because of them, with their accidental spark, that everything had changed.

And now that she was sixteen, she would be allowed to view the said spark and the most famous Hunger Games ever. All she would have to do was to get her parent's permission, a battle on its own.

Maybe if her mother had even mentioned more than a few things from her own experience in the game, this would be easier. Maybe if her mother wasn't caught between one of her weird moments of almost crippling depression, which was caused mostly because of what the games had done to her, maybe this would be simple.

But her mother did not like to talk about what had happened and who she had met and lost during the games. And her mother was caught right in the middle of her moments of depression where little could be done to help her.

Why did dad have to pick this week to be out of the District? Rosie asked herself as she thought of how much easier it would be to ask her father directly for the permission to watch their Games instead of her mother.

Her father would probably be a little upset with the idea but would sign it without much of a fight because he knew that it would be important for educational purpose. Every child in Panem had already learned the basics of what had happened in the Hunger Games but watching the real thing, watching innocent children being murdered without another thought, would be a completely different thing.

Right now, her father and younger brother were out on a father-son trip in District one for an artist convention. Her father was something of an artist and her younger brother had quite the knack for it as well. Rosie, however, did not have the patience to paint and often got annoyed when her attempts were over shown by her brother's.

Rosie took a deep breath and let it out forcefully. She had to do this. Everyone else in the class would probably see it and hundreds of other kids across the nation had already seen it. She needed to. They were her parents.

As she forced herself to move towards her mother, she saw what was holding her mother's attention. Sitting in front of her, on the old wooden table, was the large leather-bond book that held pictures of hundreds of people's faces. People who her parents knew and who had died, people who were still alive, people Rosie had met and who she never would be able to.

Stealing herself, Rosie reached out a tentative hand to tap on her mother's shoulder. This caused her to jump in her seat and turn to face her with such a hard expression, it almost hurt Rosie. She knew this was another side-effect of the games her mother had contracted, the inability to ever fully leave your guard down. After a fraction of a second had passed, her mother's hard, grey eyes softened and a small smile was forced onto her expression.

"Mom?" Rosie asked in hesitation.

"What is it, Rosie?" Katniss asked, trying her best to sound fine when in all reality she just wanted to curl up and cry.

Katniss Mellark's face was looking pale and slightly lined with age but her grey eyes still stood out as much as they had done in her prime and her black hair was still pulled back in her customary braid. She smiled a little more genially to her daughter before she patted the seat next to her at the table. Rosie smiled back at her before she sat in the seat, hiding the permission slip in between her hands as well as she could.

Katniss quickly closed the leather book but not before Rosie could see what she was looking at. It was the picture, painted by her father, of her namesake. Her aunt that she would never meet because she had been killed during the end of the rebellion when she was only thirteen, Primrose Everdeen. She knew that her mother had been extremely close to her younger sister and that she had even risked her life for her by volunteering for the Hunger Games to save her. Katniss shoved the book away with the back of her hand before turning to look at her daughter.

"What's the matter?" Katniss asked quietly.

"Um, I need you to sign something," she said in a voice just above a whisper. "For school."

"Oh really?"

"Yeah."

Hesitantly, Rosie brought the slip of paper up to the table and handed it to her mother. Her grey eyes quickly scanned the paper, no emotion registering on her face.

"We're going to watch the Hunger Games," Rosie said once the silence had gotten too thick for her own liking. "…you and dad's Game."

Katniss nodded but continued to stare at the sheet of paper for another minute before she blindly reached for a pen that was sitting a few feet away from her and began to sign the slip. After she let out a small sigh and muttered something Rosie could not understand, Katniss handed the slip back to her without giving her another glance.

Rosie said a small thanks before she quickly got up from her seat and all but ran to her room. Once she was safely behind her door, she looked down at the slip of white paper and saw her mother's signature and that she had checked the small box allowing their child to watch the game.

Rosie let out a shaky sigh before she set the paper on her nightstand and curled under the blankets.

The next morning, Rosie woke up just as the bright spring sun was beginning to shine thought her bedroom window. She quickly got showered, dressed and was down stairs before her mother was ever done with making breakfast.

"Well you're up early," Katniss said as she stirred something in a pot on the stove.

"Yeah, I wanted to go run over to Lila's house before school," Rosie said as she sat down at the table. "She was having some trouble with some homework and I promised I'd help her."

"And you didn't think this would have been easier to do say, after school?" Katniss asked over her shoulder but Rosie saw a small smile playing on her lips and new that she wasn't in trouble.

"She had to go work at the Apothecary store all night yesterday," Rosie made up quickly.

Her best friend Lila worked at one of the many apothecary stores around District Twelve but she did not have to work last night. Rosie had spent most of her night hiding from her mother as she tried to find the words to ask her mother for permission. And really, Lila didn't need help with homework anyways. One of the skills Rosie had inherited from her father was the ability to lie right to someone's face.

After a hasty breakfast of warm oatmeal and fruit, Rosie ran up to her room and grabbed her bag filled with school things, along with the very important permission slip.

"See you later Mom," she said as she gave her mom a small wave from the front door and ran out into the morning.

A few people were up and awake this early but many of the inhabitants of District Twelve were either still asleep in their beds or were still getting ready for the day.

As she passed by the identical houses that surrounded her own, she remembered that where she lived used to be called Victors Village, the place were victors would live after they survived the horrors of the Hunger Games. The area was still called this by a few people in the District. They were the oldest houses in the entire District, mainly because about thirty years ago, the entire district had been destroyed.

Just as she was about to pass out of Victors Village, she spotted someone that caught her eyes attention. Wondering around the lawns was an elderly man of about seventy, drunkenly swaying about as he tried to make it back to his house.

"Haymitch," Rosie sighed before she made her way over to the stumbling, elderly man. "Haymitch!" she called again once she got closer to him.

Haymitch jumped at the noise and nearly knocked Rosie to the ground when he swung his half-empty liquor bottle around.

"Watch where you're swinging that thing!" Rosie cried, covering her head with an arm while she reached out with the other to block him again.

"Whoa," Haymitch mumbled as she stared at Rosie. "It's like a blast from the past! You know you look just like your dear old mom."

"Thanks," Rosie said as she decided she was no longer under the threat of being hit.

"Hate 'er," he grunted as he took another swig from the bottle.

"That's nice," Rosie sighed as she tried to wrestle the bottle from his grubby hands. "Haymitch, you have to get home."

"I'm gettin' there, I'm gettin' there."

"Let me help you," she said kindly, griping one of his arms.

"I can do it myself," he said as he lost his footing on a stray pebble and landed on his bottom.

"Haymitch!" she cried, thinking of how old he was and how hard he seemed to hit the cobblestone path.

But he simply fell onto his back and began to laugh loudly and drunkenly. When she would grip onto his arms to try and pull him up, he would tug them out of her grip and let them fall onto the ground. Just as Rosie was about to give up on the task, she heard her mother's voice behind her.

"Let him be, Rosie," Katniss said with an annoyed sigh. "You go. I'll take care of the drunk."

"Okay mom," Rosie said with a nod as she secured her backpack. "Just be careful. He's not as young as he used to be."

Katniss shrugged before giving her a small smile and telling her to go.

Rosie quickly picked up her pace and made her way over to Lila's house. Her friend lived near the opposite side of the town square, where most of the shops were. Rosie cut through a number of back streets and though people's lawns until she reached the house. Before she could reach the door, her friend burst from the front door and ran towards her.

Rosie put on her most cocky smile she could muster and pulled out the signed permission slip from her pocket. Just as Lila came within a few feet, Rosie put the slip of paper up in the air and waved it around victoriously.

"I got it!" she cried. "My mom signed it!"

Lila stopped in her tracks, eyebrows raised, looking utterly surprised.

"Really?" she asked in astonishment, "how'd you manage that?"

"I have no idea," Rosie said honestly. "I thought she'd be mad or something but she just signed it and didn't really say anything. It was really weird."

"Maybe she didn't want to talk about it," Lila said as she fastened her pink jacket around her.

The two girls then began to walk towards the large school about a half a mile away.

Lila Terris was a thin, average height sixteen-year old girl. She had short, curly, caramel-colored hair with blue-green eyes. Her parents were one of the many people to move to District Twelve after the end of the war. Lila and Rosie had been best friends ever since they were toddlers.

"Cadence isn't going to believe you actually got that signed," Lila sighed after a moment of silence.

"And why not?" Rosie asked with a small pout.

"Well first of all, any kid in your position would have trouble asking their parents. But add in the fact that you're well, you and you've got a whole other problem to deal with."

"And what is that supposed to mean?"

"I mean that you're not the bravest kid, Rose," Lila said with a small sigh and a sympathetic smile.

"I am so brave!"

"Not really," Lila snorted. "I mean, sure, you're not a little cry baby but I wouldn't peg you as the daughter of two of the bravest people in the country."

Rosie glared at her friend before picking up and leaving her friend in the dust.

"Rosie! I'm sorry!" Lila cried as she tried to keep up with her. "That's just the way it is!"

They arrived at their other friend Cadence's house ten minutes later. The other sixteen-year-old sat on her front pouch, looking glum, and messing with one of her tiny pet dogs.

"Cade!" Lila yelled as they came closer to the house.

Rosie could visibly see the girl sigh in relief before she stood up, grabbed her bag, and hopped over the small wooden fence that surrounded her tiny house with her long thin legs.

"I thought you guys would never get here," Cadence said as she leaned against the fence.

"What do you mean? We still have like, a half and hour until school starts," Rosie said, looking at the watch that was strapped to her thin wrist.

"Well I've been so bored is all and I've been up since three in the morning," Cadence said as she fell in step with the two girls.

Cadence Willows was tall with long, pin straight, pale blond hair with grey eyes. Her mother had been one of the few people who had survived the extermination of the old District Twelve. The three of them had all been friends since their first day of school.

"So," Cadence said with a small smile. "Did little Miss Primrose get the guts to ask mommy for permission?"

"Yes I did actually," Rosie said, still feeling annoyed from Lila's comment. "She signed it without a fight."

"Oh really?"

"Yes."

For the rest of the trip to the school, the girls dropped the conversation relating to permission slips or the Hunger Games and simply talked about homework and work. Well, except for Rosie. She didn't need to work, something she always felt a little weird about. Both of her parents had been given large amounts of money when they won the games and even now, her father made plenty of money with his artwork. Sometimes she felt out of the loop when her two closets friends talked of how horrible it all was.

The large grey school began to rise up in front of them and soon, they were crossing the busy school yard that was filled with children of all ages as they played on pieces of equipment or with each other. The three teenagers quickly walked into the building and talked quietly until they had reached their classroom.

There was a large crowd gathering around the door as they waited for the teacher. Many of the boys came early because they claimed they wanted a good seat. This made Rosie's blood boil. She knew that none of them really thought this but if one of the boys didn't try and get a good seat, they would appear to be a coward and be ridiculed later for it.

At the sight of Rosie appearing, a few of the teens began to point openly at her. It had been this way since there was the announcement that every sophomore class would be watching the Hunger Games a week ago. Many boys poked fun at her and a couple of the girls would talk loudly about her parents while she was close by. Rosie didn't know why they did this. It wasn't like this hadn't been common knowledge since they were born. Everyone in town had seen her mother and father several times a week. Now all of a sudden, the kids acted as if she was a stranger who had done something wrong.

"Hey Rosie!" called one of the large boys. "Did you mommy sign you permission slip?"

"Ignore them," Lila whispered.

When the teacher finally arrived, Rosie quickly handed him her signed slip before he opened the door. They were supposed to have the slips in yesterday but Rosie hadn't been able to pluck up the courage before. Her teacher had understood this and said that as long as she had the slip before they watched the tape, it'd be alright.

There was a mad rush of people who ran to get a good seat. There were also a cluster of kids who rushed to get a seat in the back and far away as possible from the screen. Rosie and her friends found three seats in the back and waited for the bell to ring that signified the start of class.

"Now, I'd like to say a few rules before we begin, is that understood?" asked the teacher. There was a general muttered of agreement but a few of the obnoxious boys cried for them to get on with the show.

"I can throw you out of the class Horace," warned the teacher with a glare. "Now, if at any time during the film you feel sick or need some air, you are welcome to leave the class for a few minutes. If you feel you cannot handle this, you may tell me so and you can go to the empty class next door and work on some worksheets. Is that understood?"

Again, there was the general garbled mumble of agreement before the teacher flipped off the lights and began to run the television set.

Rosie forced herself to calm down as her heart began to pound against her ribs. It was easier for her to show her uneasiness in the darkness. Suddenly, a hand reached out and gripped her tightly clenched hand. Cadence had grabbed it.

"It'll be okay Rose," she said with a reassuring smile.

She nodded with her eyes closed. There was the playing of the old Panem anthem and when Rosie opened her eyes, the reaping had begun.

Part two will be out soon. I hope you liked the first part.

I love Haymitch! He's my favorite character. :) Had to put him in here.

Please send me a review!

-FSK