A Dandelion in the Spring Chapter 5, a hunger games fanfic

Hello, dear readers! I would just like all of you to know, I will be making this into a series! My first series EVER! Now, something for you to know. If you enjoy things like Avatar: The Last Airbender, Harry Potter, Percy Jackson and the Olympians, and some other things that might be of interest to you, you may wish to subscribe to me as an author. Catherine will be used as a character in quite a few stories. The second installment of "The Connection Series" [Pretty cool, right? It sounds sort of cheesy though...] is currently in development. Anyways, you'll understand that title along the next few chapters. Let us continue with the story!

A Dandelion in the Spring - Chapter 5

Just as I brush past Gale, he stops me. "Thanks. For taking Posy over here." He says, scratching the back of his neck.

I give him a tight smile and nod. "No problem."

That night, I have a dream. I am standing in the middle of a clearing. A woman stands in front of me, but I can't quite make out her features. Then I realize something.

I can't make out her features because they are constantly changing.

First, she looks like Katniss, then she looks like other girls. Then I realize something else. All the girls she looks like are all characters from different books and shows. She is animated, then normal, then animated again. The only thing that stays the same is her white and gold dress that falls to her feet, trailing behind her in the grass.

"What is..." I begin, staring at her. "Who are you?"

Katniss, Hermione, Annabeth, whoever she is, smiles at me. "I am someone important. Someone who will teach you how to be you. I go by many names, many looks, many personalities. Although I prefer to be called Anastasia. I quite like that name." She says, walking toward me. Her voice stays the same as well. It is light and graceful, like the way she walks.

"What- what am I doing here? And what do you mean, teach me how to be me?" I ask, backing away.

She stops. "You are here to know your purpose in the world." Then she narrows her eyes as if in thought. "No, the worlds. You are the Connection, the peacekeeper, the link between your world and the others. You have abilities. Abilities that will be told to you in time. Important abilities that you must use in order to keep the cosmos from falling apart. I have waited very long for you to come along, Catherine." She says.

"The connection?" I ask, furrowing my brows. What on Earth is this woman talking about?

"Yes, yes, the connection. Almost like the Avatar, but on a much higher scale." She says. "You do enjoy watching The Last Airbender, correct?"

I nod.

"Excellent! I need you in there as well." She exclaims, clasping her hands together and pressing them to her mouth.

A beeping fills the air. I look up, seeing birds flying away from their trees.

"Ah." Anastasia says, looking up as well. "It seems like it is time for you to go! I shall see you tonight, Catherine. All will be explained then."

A line, almost the fineness of a thread, whips out, creating a barrier between us. Then, the line thickens, and we are pulled apart, almost like a page being turned away from another.

I wake with a start.

I sit up, examining the room before me. Delly and Nathan are already slipping into their uniforms. I glare at the grey material folded neatly at the edge of my bed, crawl over to it, and examine it.

"You know, if you don't wear it, you'll be in loads of trouble." Delly says, smiling at me.

I sigh, and pick it up, walking into the bathroom, where a white toothbrush and comb sit on a shelf with my name printed neatly in black on each. I carefully examine my face in the mirror. My black hair is loose and a bit wavy from tangles, and it falls to my lower back. I clutch the comb tightly in my hand and run it through my hair, the smooth strands becoming nice and straight. My fringe traces the left side of my face, a light wave curling it away from my grey eyes. I recall to mind how things should be going at home. Today is a Thursday, the clock says it is six-thirty. Cecilia is probably getting ready for school now, hoping that I show up.

I brush my teeth and take off my clothes, getting ready to put on my uniform. I turn and crane my neck around so that I can see my bare back in the mirror. The tattoo of a wolf's face that I had begged my mother to let me get for my sixteenth birthday is still there. Black and detailed. Whenever I see it I remember how it was worth driving all the way to Canada for it.

I pull on my uniform, frowning. The long sleeves are baggy, so I roll them up to my elbows. After making sure I look presentable, I walk out of the bathroom and see Delly sitting on her bed, waiting for me.

She looks up, and a smile comes across her face. "You're leaving your hair down!" She exclaims.

I smile. "Well, for now at least. Now how do I get that schedule thingy on my arm? Sounds cool."

Delly points to a machine in the wall. "Stick your arm in there and it'll print it out."

"Bleh. It looks like it's going to amputate me." I murmur, but oblige anyway, placing my arm into the wall. It makes a few beeps and the sounds that normal printers make, then I feel something moving against my arm.

"EUGH. It feels gross." I say, grimacing. Delly laughs, and the machine stops. I pull it out and stare at my schedule.

7:00 - Breakfast

7:30 - Education Center, Room 19.

8:30 - Hospitality

I grin, guessing that Hospitality stands for visiting Peeta. I continue to read my schedule until I come across something that catches my attention.

17:00 - Command

"What?" I say, pulling my arm closer to my eyes, making sure that what I see is real. There it is though, the purple ink clearly states Command.

Delly moves towards me. "Cat? What's wrong?"

"Uh, it says Command." I murmur. Then, remembering that I shouldn't know what that is, I look up at her, frowning. "Isn't that the place you were saying that I might get called to? Command, right? What is it?"

Delly tilts her head. "Not sure, exactly. It deals with politics. Planning for the Rebels, keeping Thirteen in order..." She says.

I look at my arm again. "Cool. Do you know why they would want me there?"

She shrugs. "You popped up out of nowhere. Maybe they're just gonna ask you what's going on in Eight."

"I don't know what's going on in Eight though. I've been in the woods for weeks!" I say, facepalming and trying to keep my smile off my face. No improv for you today, bruh.

"Hey, it's alright. It's not like they'll kill you for not knowing what's going on in Eight." She says, rubbing my back.

Oh, Delly. I think, frowning. If only you knew that they probably will.

Delly tugs me towards the door, and I follow. "Come on, let's get breakfast."

We walk to the elevator, chatting about how I'm liking Thirteen. I attempt to tell Delly that it's only my second day here, but she keeps asking. I don't mind, of course, but I haven't gotten to really see the place.

Once we get to breakfast, I can scan my schedule, and I get all the food I need. It's the same amount as yesterday, except that it's breakfast food.

The lady at the counter smiles at me. "You're gonna need to get a check up, hun. It's on your schedule, see?" She points at 18:00 on my arm. "You have to head to the hospital right after..." She falters. "Command."

I nod, pretending not to notice her pause, say thank you, and walk to the table I sat at yesterday. The only open seat is next to Finnick, right in front of Delly, who's smiling and wiggling her eyebrows. I roll my eyes, and take the seat.

Finnick looks at me, and smiles. "Hi, I don't think I introduced myself yesterday. Although you probably know who I am." He holds out his hand and I shake it.

"Yep, never thought I would have the honor of meeting Finnick Odair." I say, a bit sarcastically, pulling my hand away. "Catherine Montgomery, from Eight. You can call me Cat, though."

"Well then, nice to meet you, Cat. You can call me Finn." He says, his eyes fixed on my right forearm. "Does that-" He falters for a moment. "Does that say Command?" He asks, a quizzical look striking his features.

I lift my arm. "Uh, yeah. Not sure why they want me there." I murmur, frowning.

"Huh." He says. "So how are you liking Thirteen?" He asks.

"Eh. It's alright. Much safer than Eight, just, less freedom." I murmur. He gives me an odd look. "Uh, not that the Capitol gives us much freedom, but I would like to get some fresh air once in a while, or do something fun. Like play some musical instruments or something. Everything is too organized for me." I say, frowning.

"Yeah, I know how you feel. I'd like to go swimming or something. Do something other than what I'm told to do." He smiles at me. "You play musical instruments?"

I shrug. "Yep. Guitar, piano, cello. I sing, too."

"Really? That sounds pretty neat. You must have a lot of money." He murmurs.

I smile. "No, not really. It's a long story."

After that, Finnick and I chat for a bit. I glance at Katniss, who is giving me an odd look, so I look elsewhere, and realize that Annie isn't here. Awww shit. I think. Katniss probably thinks I'm trying to get to Finn's sugar cubes.

I take a look at the clock on the wall. 7:25. I gotta go. "Uh, Finn," I say, interrupting his story about how he learned to tie knots. "I gotta head to the Education Center. I'm gonna be late. See you later though!" I stand, taking my tray with me, and walk quickly towards the door.

Once I toss the things on my tray into the trash, I look up, and see Delly standing in front of me.

"Holy-" I say, steeping back. "Oh my God that was terrifying. Don't sneak up on me bro." I say, letting out a breath.

Delly gives me a quizzical look and tilts her head a bit. "Bro?" She asks.

"Uh, it's an abbreviation for brother." I mutter, remembering that I'm not in 2012.

"But I'm not your brother..." She says. I shrug in return.

"Whatever, I have to get to the Education Center!" I say, walking past her, then stopping. "I have no idea where the Education Center is."

Delly laughs and grabs my hand, leading me to wherever I'm supposed to be going.

Nuclear History was simple enough, a mere jumble nuclear threats that I knew of, and wars that have yet to happen back home. Then was normal history, during which I found myself thrown out of class due to constantly correcting the teacher.

I stand in the hall, pacing, huffing, and muttering things under my breath. "Pff. Stupid teacher. Stupid District Thirteen. Stupid wrong history of the United States."

Seeing no point in continuing to pace, I lean against the wall, crossing my arms angrily. After cooling off, I realize how bored I am, and do the only thing I can do. Play music in my head. That's something I do quite often when I'm bored. It usually leads to singing. Either that, or daydream about celebrities.

So I find myself singing.

"Strange hands taking my wrist again

Somehow I'm still alone
Voices shaking my steps again
I follow

I'm a little bit on the edge
Holed up and out of reach
I can't hear much of what you said
Come for me

Don't let me tumble away
Into the throes of the shadowy bay
I cling to the rock
And it's crumbling off
Toss me a heavy rope
It's a slippery slope
Come bail me out of this God forsaken precipice
Come bail me out of this God forsaken precipice

Turned up in this old place again
Can't seem to get away
Take me back to my element
I'm afraid

Oh, I'm not a lost cause
I'm just stuck in this spot
And I'm close to falling off
So toss me a heavy rope
It's a slippery slope
Come bail me out of this God forsaken precipice
Come bail me out of this God forsaken precipice

Don't let me tumble away
Into the throes of the shadowy bay
I cling to the rock
And it's crumbling off
Toss me a heavy rope
It's a slippery slope"

I sigh, sinking into a sitting position. I look at the ceiling, singing the last lines.

"Come bail me out of this God forsaken precipice.

Come bail me out of this God forsaken precipice.

Come bail me out of this God forsaken precipice."

I press my hands into my forehead. "How the hell am I supposed to get out of this book?" I mutter.

DONE! Yay! Sorry if Catherine seems a bit Mary-Sue-ish. I really don't want her to be a Mary-Sue. That would just be AWFUL. Again, since Catherine is kinda sorta me, that's how I act in real life. The song used in this chapter was Heavy Rope by Lights. I DON'T OWN IT GUYS! If I did, do you really think I would be writing fanfiction right now?