Author's Note: This was kind of spontaneous and I think it's cool that some of the movie will be filmed in my state! I hope that if I try out I could be like Clove or something. J Wish me luck.

I looked out over the yard and plucked a primrose off the bush on the side of the house. Mama said that I once had an aunt named Prim, for the primrose. I always asked her what happened to her but every time I asked she just got a faraway look on her face and wouldn't say anything to me and when Papa came in he would shoo me away and talk to Mama quietly for awhile.

I wrinkled my nose in frustration and threw the rose down and squished it with my shoe. "Rue! Don't do that!" Mama came around the corner and picked up the crumpled flower gingerly while she held it against her face. In disgust, I stalked off to find Papa.

"Papa?" I peeked in the kitchen where he was usually at work making pastries and other such things to take and sell to either the capitol or district 13.

"Yes, Rue?"

"Why does Mama hate me?" He stopped his work and looked up at me. He wiped his hand across his brow then sighed as he sat down on a stool at the table.

"Rue, she doesn't hate you. Sit down so I can explain." I sat and he proceeded to tell me of all the events that led up to my birth then my brother, Cecil, and his birth. I sat there quietly and shed some tears at the part about Mama singing to the girl of my namesake. She was my age when she died too.

"Your mother is just grieving still. Give her a little more time and be careful of what you say." I nodded at his words then stood up and went up the marble staircase to my room where I lay across the green and blue comforter. Ten minutes later Mama walked in with Papa behind her.

"Rue?" I looked at her quietly and when she came over and wiped the tears away I didn't know I had cried I burst out at her.

"Why didn't you tell me? Twelve years have gone by and yet you haven't told me!" I had no clue where that came from and I didn't want to know. Before I knew what I was doing however, I was running. Running away to who knew what fate I would bring upon myself.

AN: I'm sorry it's short but it IS the prologue! I hope this was good and right now I am uploading another chapter so don't worry.