The Next Generation: Chapter Five: "I had to learn a thing or two"

BACKSTORY OF CELESTIA SNOW: (If you didn't know)

After the War ended Celestia was 7. Commander Paylor adopted her, but no one would acept her as she was Snow's daughter, and they all thought she was a "hunger games monster". But Paylor understood, that even at a young age, Celestia looked up to Katniss and tried to make everyone understand that Celestia was not a bad kid. She was only 7, of course. But when Celestia turned 10, Paylor died of Breast Cancer, and Paylor had nominated her Close friend, Commander Deaglan, as the new President. However, Deaglan had secretly hated Celestia but had hidden it well. After two years of mistreament by Deaglan, Celestia packed her bags. She ran to District 2 with her only friend, a kitchen maid, Aryanna. They survived outside of 2, both scared to really enter it and live there. Aryanna served as the source of food working for a Lady inside 2, as Celestia's face was plastered everywhere in panem as missing and known as a so called 'monster' everywhere. After about a month, Aryanna caught Pnemonia from the Lady's child and was fired. To make it worse, it was winter. They were forced to move to a Home for Girls where Aryanna could heal. Celestia was recogized though, and Aryanna told her to run. "Run for both of us, Tia. I won't make it, anyway. Go. Show the world the scars you have learned and earned, and make it all right." Terrified, Celestia did, and the day before she left 2, (She was trying to make the most of all the money, and hid her face with mud) she read a newspaper and the Mortirary declared "a 14 year old girl from the Girl's home, named Aryanna, died of Pnemiona at 3 am last night." In tears, Celestia ran all the way to District 4 and chopped her hair in half, sold it for money, and dyed her hair and got contacts. She then began working as Sailor, traveling everywhere across Panem. She is now 29 and has still not found a home, still a sailor, with a few friends, and terrifed to trust anyone. She is awesome at swordfight. swimming, and wrestling.

Meanwhile...        ~Celestia's POV~

I grip the man's filthy shirt and stare into his watery blue eyes. He frantically looks back and forth, trying to find a way out. Hah. I shove him against the ship and cock my head. "What were you trying to do, huh? Huh?"

He gulps, patting down his pants. His hand catches on something and pulls it from a large pocket. A pocket knife. As if I didn't know.

I grin at him, and in one quick movement I pull out my sword and shove it until it touches his chin, forcing him to lift his chin up, looking like a pathetic frog.

" I *said* what were you trying to do?"

He stares down at the tip of the sword and lets out a mumble. Satisfied, I pull back, allowing him to speak. "I-Please have mercy!"

I laugh, "Mercy? Like what you did that to the poor girl? Is that what you call mercy?"

"Wha-no! No, Miss, I did not hurt that little girl!"

I narrow my eyes. "You sure, sweetheart? Cause you pushed her overboard."

"B-but I-"

"Ah, ah, ah. No buts, darling. *Why did you push the little girl overboard?*"

I push the sword against his adam's apple again, daring him to lie again. Finally getting the message, he starts to talk.

He doesn't last long.

*30 minutes later*

"Celeste! You can't just go shoving men off the ship!" Jason commands me

I roll my eyes. "Correction: *man*, singular, not plural. Just cause I missed school doesn't mean I don't know grammer."

"I don't care about my grammer! That was one of our best men! Did you even know his name?"

I snort. "No. You call that one of your best men? All I had to do was shove him to get him to talk."

"CELESTIA!" He screams, slamming his palm down on the desk. " I don't give a crap wether he killed your mother! You don't push people overboard!"

I jump up, "Are you deaf?! He pushed a girl overboard for 'looking at him wrong'! And if anything, I'm your best man!"

"Your a woman!"

"All the better!"

He lets out a angry groan and slides back down. He pushes a hand through his gray hair and sighs, "Celestia, celestia...I took you in when you were half dead. I've taken care of you as long as I can. Your 28, for lord's sake. When did you change from being terrified of drowning to dropping men into the ocean?"

I bit my lip, hating the guilt that threatens to overload me. " Jason, I had to learn a thing or two."

He smiles sadly, "I know, sweetie, I know."

"Jason?"

"Yeah?"

"We're going bankraput, aren't we?"

He slumps forward, the saddest look on his lined face. "Yes, we don't have the money to even get more than a few more shipments, let alone pay to dock. How are we going to fire everyone?"

I sigh too, and walk over to the oval window and stare out at the salty seas, my only home. It has brought me anger, sadness, and friends. Jason, and Karyanna, and Jensen, and Zane in District 4. What would happen us?