Peeta (11)
I saw her sitting. Just sitting. It was cold. It was rainy. She looked sad. She seemed hungry.
"PEETA! Get back to work! This bakery is not going to run itself!" my mom said. "Oh. You like looking at the girl? Here, I'll help you. Why don't you go outside, walk up to her, and tell her to GO AWAY if she's not going to buy anything! She's scaring away potential customers."
That did it. I stuck the bar in a little too far, and, yes! It worked! The bread was burnt, now I could take it to her.
"What the frick!?" I knew my mom would get mad, just not this mad. "Peeta! You lowlife pig! Are you trying to ruin my business?! Go take that bread and your useless brain and get out of here! Go to the pigs! Run away with that ragdoll of a girl! I really don't care! Just go! Leave! You have never helped me! I never wanted you! I hope that one day, you will be picked for the Hunger Games, and I hope that you are the FIRST to DIE! Just go! I will make sure you get picked! I will make sure of it! No matter how many tesserae I have to put in!" She slaps me and shoves the burning bread into my hands. She then gives me the hardest push she can to the door.
I can't do this. I'm too nervous. I need to think of something. Fast. Ugh! I can't think! I practice the words in my head. Hey, Katniss. Here's some bread. You look a little hungry. Sorry, it's a little burnt. Hey, why are you crying? It's a little rainy out here. Do you need me to walk you home? Ugh! I still can't do this.
I throw the bread. Even though it lands in the muddy water by her feet, she takes it graciously. I give her a small smile and dart inside. I rush back to the window while ignoring my mom's angry shouts. I see Katniss get up on shaky legs, pick up the muddy, burnt bread, and begin to all out run. Since District 12 is so small, I can see her little cabin from my window. It's actually quite convenient. I can make sure she's safe now.
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