After her rebirth

The kid woke up, handed Katniss a lollipop, and whispered, "Thanks."

Katniss gave his cheek a gentle pinch and said, "Watch yourself next time. You freaked your mommy out."

The boy nodded. "Got it!" Amara smiled and ruffled his hair.

Katniss headed back to school. She was switching majors and knew she had to hustle.

The school had some strict rules. To change her major, she had to ace the entrance exam for the medical program and score above 90 in all her current classes. No exceptions.

So now, she was juggling her current courses and medical school classes. Running around all day, she felt like she was about to drop.

When she finally got home, something felt off. The door lock was busted, and the place looked like a tornado hit it.

Stepping over broken glass and scattered books, she walked into the living room. The sofa cushions were ripped apart, and pillows were everywhere. She widened her eyes, searching for any clue about who did this. "Who the hell did this?" Katniss muttered, anger bubbling up.

She headed to the bedroom and found the quilt on the floor with footprints all over it. Drawers were open, and clothes and jewelry were scattered everywhere. The room was a mess. Katniss gently touched the wrecked items, her heart pounding with rage.

Then she spotted a note under a book on the desk. She grabbed it. It read, "Katniss, we won't let you go!"

She frowned, clutching the note, a chill running down her spine. This was definitely revenge. She couldn't pinpoint who, but it had to be someone from the Manners or Boleyn families.

She pocketed the note and pulled out her phone to call the cops.Next door, an elderly couple heard the commotion and came out. They had seen everything through their peephole but were too frail to do anything. Now that Katniss was back, they felt safe enough to speak up.

Seeing the mess, they gasped.

They had watched Katniss grow up and couldn't understand how she had gotten into such trouble.

Isla Jones, looking worried, said, "Katniss, those people looked dangerous. You should stay with us for a while."

Owen Jones, tapping his cane, agreed, "Yeah, we have plenty of room. Stay with us."

Katniss felt a warmth in her heart. She smiled at Isla, "They'll definitely come and trash my place again. Hiding at your place won't solve anything."

Isla hesitated, "Then what?"

"Call the cops." Katniss waved her phone, "Let the pros handle this."

Isla nodded, "You're right. We should call the police."

Owen, understanding, pulled his wife back and said, "Katniss, don't be scared. Call the cops! We saw everything, and the scene is untouched. We'll testify for you. We can get them into jail and make them pay for the damages." Though Owen was old, his mind was sharp. He remembered the legal details and fully supported Katniss.

"Thanks, Owen." Katniss smiled, then dialed the police.

When the call connected, a female voice answered, "Hello, dispatch center. How can I help you?"

"Hi, I need to report a break-in..." Katniss explained everything. After hanging up, she wanted to take photos but sighed at her phone's dark screen.