I DO NOT OWN THE HUNGER GAMES! This idea came to me when I was watching the last song, so it may have some elements of that movie too. I hope you enjoy my third story.

How It All Started

It all started when I was 5. I was a normal girl living in the city with my parents and my twin sister, Prim. I attended a normal elementary school, and spent the rest of my afternoon with my father on the piano, while my sister would go to mother's office. My father used to be a world-famous pianist who became a professor of music theory at Julliard, the most prestigious school for the arts, after my sister and I were born. I was his newest prodigy. I started to play the Piano when I was 2. Apparently, I walked over to my father's piano and played a scale that I heard him play before.

Our family lived happily for another 6 years, then everything changed. Mom and dad started to drift apart. She and Prim would talk about biology, while Dad and I would talk about the impeccable musical geniuses, Mozart and Bach. Mom and Prim would go to the hospital and visit the ill, while Dad and I would compose our own pieces of music. Prim entered in science fairs and biology courses, while I played classical music at various halls and prestigious competitions. When we were 11, our parents hit us with the news. They said it was irreconcilable differences, but I knew that they just didn't care about each other anymore.

My sister and I were close and when we heard we were going to be split up, we couldn't believe that, that was the arrangement. Every day we video chatted. My sister became even more beautiful and smart. Prim had blonde hair and blue eyes, like my mother. Her hair was always perfect. She grew into her curves and turned into a really elegant young lady. Prim has many friends, and is the most popular student at school. She is in the top of her class at her school in Seattle. On the other hand, I am the awkward girl who is homeschooled by a tutor, then has 5 hours of piano after, so I can compose my own music. I travel around the country playing the piano to the most prestigious people. I have dark hair and gray eyes covered by my glasses, like my dad. My curves never came in and I have legs as long as a spider's. I'm clumsy and unbalanced. I was never envious of my sister, and believed that she was blessed that way, and I would find my path down the road.

After one fateful doctor's visit during the summer of when I was 14, I found out that Dad had stage 2 colon cancer. He assured me that he was fine, and he wanted everything to stay normal. We continued to work on piano pieces and he still went to work to teach. Late at night, I would hear him play a song that I never heard before, and I assumed that he was composing it for a new lesson for his students. Chemo therapy and radiation seemed to work fine for a few months, and we all thought that it would be gone by the next year, but everything took a turn for the worst. His cancer spread to the liver and he was going away fast. My dad's round face hollowed out, his longs legs became skin and bone, and his hands were so frail that he couldn't play anymore. I was there for my father. Every treatment, every doctor's visit, and I stayed at the hospital until the very end. He held on to my hand and looked at me as he wasted away. "Katniss, you have to promise me that you'll go where the wind takes you, whether it is music or not."

"I promise Daddy," I cry. He wipes the tears from my face.

"I will always be here," he starts to say. "When the light shines brightly through the window, you know that will be me."

"Okay Daddy," I say.

"You know I love you and Prim," he says. I nod.

"It's okay Daddy, you can let go," I took out a small recording device that I used and taped one of my pieces as I played. "It's your favorite."

"That's my girl," he said faintly. With that, he fell into a deep slumber and didn't wake up.

"Bye Daddy," I cried. That week, I planned the funeral for my father, making sure that it was what he would've wanted. Prim came with Mom that week to help me sort things out. Since I am not legally allowed to stay in the city by myself, I have to move across the country to Seattle with my mom and Prim.

At the funeral, many people came to me and expressed their condolences, but I knew that none of them knew my father the way I did. Prim didn't even know Dad the way I did. She didn't come at all during his sickness; instead, she video chatted him and said that she loved him. "I'm sorry Kat," she said. My mom and Prim hugged me, but I didn't feel normal with them.

"Sorry," I say. "I need to go; I'll meet you at the house." I storm out of the funeral home and run home. I take off the heels and sprint as fast as I can to the apartment. I run inside my dad's office and tear it up. I take papers filled with sheet music and throw them everywhere.

"AHH!" I scream. "Why! Why?" I cry. It's no use. I grab pictures of my dad and me and throw them at the wall and hear the glass shatter. I shouldn't be mad at Dad, but in order for me to move on and to not feel the anger and pain I have, I needed to get rid of everything. I grab a bat that my dad had from a while ago and circle around the piano. This was the largest memory of my dad. We would sit here playing and joking for hours on end. I smash the top and the sides, but I avoid the keys. I hit the piano everywhere and eventually it falls apart. When that falls apart, I do too. I crawl into the corner with my head buried in my arms and cry.

"Oh my," is all mother can say when she sees me. Prim helps me up and hugs me.

"I'm fine," I say, but they give me that look. I wipe the tears from my face and tell them that I'm fine more forcefully.

"Okay," is what Mom said. Our relationship is very difficult. We aren't very close, and the idea of living with her bugs me.

A few days later, I have all my stuff packed and my dad's stuff in storage. The only things that I brought with me were a few sheets of music and a few pictures of Dad and me. I want to forget the pain and push it aside, but I don't want my mother to think that I have no heart. The remnants of our piano are stuffed in storage, and so are all the other pieces I have composed. I decide that my music career is in the past, and I should move on without it. Dad died during the middle of Prim's school year, so I will be that awkward kid who comes at the most awkward times of school.

Apparently October in Washington is a little fretful. The nights are super cold and it rains like cats and dogs at least 2 times a week. Seattle is a very busy area, especially downtown, but Mom lives in the outskirts near the water. Other than that, it's really beautiful and the beaches are filled with surfers. My mom's house overlooks the water, and is walking distance to the beach. When I take my first steps in Washington, all I can smell is the saltiness in the air from the ocean.

"Follow me Kat," Prim says. I follow her into the house. It's large and spacious for only two, now 3, people. There are large windows that let it a lot of light and it has a more modern look. I walk up the perfectly white steps and into an empty room. "You and I have rooms that are across from each other. Mine overlooks the road and yours the beach." I thank her and get my boxes up into my room. We set my bed and I put my clothes in the closet. I have my own bathroom, which is a plus, but this home doesn't feel like a home. It's more like a controlled environment. I walk into the living room and a piano hits me as I walk. I ignore it and walk back into my room. Thankfully, I came on a Sunday morning and I have time to put my room together.

"Hey Prim," I say. She walks into my room.

"Yeah Kat," she answers sweetly. I can tell she is trying to tiptoe around me because I am still "fragile."

"Could you help me set my room up?" I ask. She smiles and we get to work. After a long 5 hours of tedious work, my room becomes finished and we recycle the boxes.

"Do you want to go on a walk with me?" she asks. I nod and get ready. I put on a blue sweatshirt and some Capri jeans that are white. After, I braid my hair to the side, put on my glasses, and slip on my sneakers. Prim looks dolled up for just a short walk on the beach. She is wearing a floral long-sleeved shirt, jeans, and flip flops. She also is wearing Juicy sunglasses and has a fresh amount of makeup applied on her face. "Let's go."

We tell Mom that we'll be gone for a while and we stroll down the shore line. I take of my shoes and let my feet get drenched in the water and sand. "It's not going to always be bad Kat."

"I know, I need to adjust," I say. It's been hard for me. Dad has been gone for a few days, and I'm still in shock. I can't get around the fact that we won't go to the diner on Saturday mornings for French toast and hot chocolate. He won't be there to say "Hey Kiddo!" like he always did. We walk in silence for a while, and I guess Prim can sense my uneasiness.

"If you have something on your mind, you can always tell me," she says.

"Okay. I'll consider your offer," I say. "How's school here?" I try to create a diversion, so that she'll think that I'm not thinking about Dad.

"It's fine," she says. "It's not that big compared to other ones, but you haven't been to a school since you were 11."

"Yeah, I'm socially awkward," I say quietly. I had 1 friend, Bryony, who was my tutor. She was only in her mid twenties, but she got her teaching career done early.

"That's okay," she says cheerfully. "By next week, you'll be a social butterfly!" We walk further down the shoreline. There are large amounts of people taking advantage of the waves today. I don't know why people would want to surf in 10 degree water, but if it's what they want, I don't care.

"Hey Prim!" someone calls out. She walks towards a group of people that she knows quickly, but I stay back taking my time to saunter across the sand. I look at the houses on the beach. They look like the cliché houses on a beach: white, filled with windows, patios overlooking the shore. I am engrossed in all the houses that I don't even notice someone running towards me. All of a sudden I am struck to the ground by a strong force.

"What the hell?" I say. The person who knocked me over holds out his hand to help me up. I get up and look for my glasses. The strange person holds them up, and one of the lenses is gone.

"I'm so sorry," he says. "I'll get you another pair of glasses, I promise." I get up and brush the sand from my clothes.

"It's okay," I say when I look down. "I have another pair at home." I stand shocked as I look at the person. He was tall, at least a foot taller than me. He had blonde hair that curled at the tips. Little water droplets were hanging off the tips of his hair, probably because he just came out of the water. What intrigued me the most were his gorgeous eyes. They were bluer than the ocean and just searched mine as I stared up into his.

"No really," he says. "I feel bad about this." He tries to offer me help, but I refuse. "I'm Peeta." He holds out his hand for me to shake it.

"Katniss," I say and grab his hand. I try to pull away, but he holds onto them for a second longer. Once he realized what he did, he lets go suddenly and runs his hand through his wet hair.

"Katniss?" Prim says. She comes towards me and helps me get sand off my arms. "What happened?"

"Oh I wasn't looking and I accidentally knocked her down and broke her glasses," Peeta says. Prim just gives him a little scowl. "I really am sorry."

"I get it. It's fine," I say.

"You know Prim?" he asks. I get this a lot. Especially when we were little, people didn't think that we were sisters, let alone twins.

"Yeah, she's my twin," I say.

"Oh, you're Kat," he says in realization. "You're Prim's sister."

"Yes," Prim says abruptly, "and now my sister and I need to go." She says dragging me along with her back to the house. I turn around and Peeta waves at me.

"What was that all about?" I ask Prim. She seems like she doesn't like Peeta.

"Peeta's just bad news," she says. I widen my eyes and try to ask about what kind of bad news. She gives me the look saying that it's probably bad and she doesn't want to talk about it. We walk to the house and I sit down on the couch with Prim. She looks at the piano. "Mom got it a while back. She thought that you would like it."

"Yeah, well, I'm done playing," I say. She gets it and doesn't ask any more questions. We decide to eat something and we get Oreo's and Nutella, a childhood favorite. As we are in the midst of our cookie escapades, our mom walks into the house from work. She still has her lab coat on and her blue uniform.

"Hi girls," she says cheerily. She puts her stuff down and joins Prim and I on the couch. "Kat, school called and they have your schedule ready. I took the liberty in requesting some classes." Well, I'm in for one. I figure she put me in some biology and other stupid classes like that when I'd rather be in music. Who am I kidding? I don't want to be in music, I want to get over music. I try to convince myself that music is a bad choice, when Prim is trying to get my attention.

"Earth to Katniss?" she says. I snap back into reality when I realize she's trying to get my attention.

"Yeah," I say sheepishly.

"Mom says that we should go shopping," she says. "Only if you want to?" I nod and we set out for downtown Seattle. Most people here take the bus because: 1. It's efficient 2. I would not want to wait 3 hours in Seattle traffic. We make our way to some stores and Prim is covered in bags. She tends to look for name brand stores, while I like the small unnoticed boutiques. I walk into a sweet looking store and buy some of my clothing type. I wear very plain clothes, nothing too flashy. I go for the occasional floral shirts, but I usually like to go to school in Yoga pants, a white v-neck, and a knit cardigan that ends at the bottom of my butt. I find a few long cardigans and some plain t-shirts to go with them. We get back home at about 8, and Mom already has dinner ready for us. When we were little, Prim and I made a pact that we would be vegetarians after we found out how people killed the animals, since then, I've been a strict vegetarian. She has tofu stir-fry set out for us. My mother is a health freak, and likes to give us nonfat and low sugar foods. If Dad were here, we'd be eating a loaded vegetarian pizza and have a cake for dessert. I don't complain and eat the food set in front of me.

"So Katniss," my mom starts to say. "Are you ready for school tomorrow?" I shrug a little.

"Honestly, no," I say. "I am used to being home schooled."

"Well, I think you'll fit in just fine," she says. I finish eating dinner and go to my room. I take a shower and change into a t-shirt and sweats. After I put my hair in a messy bun and get settled in my bed, I take out a book. I've read the Notebook 8 times. It's so cheesy and not realistic at all. Noah and Allie still love each other after like a decade of being apart. How could this happen in real life? I don't even know why I enjoy reading this stuff. It's mind boggling. As I'm in the middle of my book, Mom walks into the room.

"Can I talk to you Katniss?" she asks.

"Sure," I say and scoot over so she can sit next to me on the bed.

"I know it's been a while since you've really talked to me, and I know you're still angry at me, but I think that we should start over," she says. I let her continue. "I know it's hard picking up from a place you loved, and moving over here after someone you loved the most dies, but I am always here for you."

"I know Mom," I say.

"I know that you know, but I just wanted to remind you that you still have a family that loves you," she says and kisses the side of my head. "You should get some rest; you have a big day tomorrow." With that, she gets up and leaves the room. I get look around the room. It's much bigger than my other one and is much less homey. My eyes scan over to the side table. I have a few pictures of Dad and I, one from when I was 5 and 1 from last year. I cry a little remembering when he was still here, but I put on a brave face and try to forget it and fall asleep.