Ignition

I can remember the day it all started like it was yesterday. The day I fell in love with Katniss. She was as cute as a button with her black hair woven into two neat braids down her back. As she stepped onto the school property for the first time, she struggled to make her way through the thick crowd of kids. I watched her in awe as she moved, observing how the braids bounced off her back with every step she took. Clad in a red plaid dress, she marched in with the crowd of kindergarteners. I couldn't take my eyes off of her.

I hadn't even met her, but I could tell by the way my heart was fluttering in my chest that she was more than just an average girl. There was something special about her. Even in just the way she walked, she moved with a subtle grace that no other child had mastered.

My eyes were torn away from her when she entered the building and I lost sight of her.

That's when I remembered that I had to get into school as well, so I quickly joined the crowd and made my way inside.

All of the kids congregated into the classroom and the day slowly went by. As we went from history to music, we switched classrooms and walked down the hall. When we arrived at our new destination, the music teacher asked for any volunteers to sing the Valley Song, and any guesses whose hand shot into the air?

Yup. You guessed it- that special girl.

Heck, I didn't even know her first name. But that didn't matter to me.

When she opened her mouth to start singing, a beautiful melody poured out. It reminded me of a butterfly; fluttering, light, and beautiful. It was so beautiful, that even the mocking-jays, lords of song, stopped harmonizing to listen.

But right then and there on that day, I knew there would never be another girl for me.

She was the one.

When my dad came to pick me up from school, he pointed over to that special girl.

"That, Peeta," He said with a small smile playing on his lips, "That's Katniss Everdeen. I wanted to marry her mother, but she ran off with a coal miner instead."

"A coal miner? Why would she pick the coal miner when she could have you?"

He stared down at me with a glazed expression, as if he was reliving a memory.

"Because when he sings, all of the birds stop to listen."

And it all made sense. Katniss had inherited that gift, as well.

She possessed many other gifts, too, I soon realized.

But whatever it was about her, I could never truly identify. But no matter what it was, she had me utterly and completely under her spell.Hi! I just read the Hunger Games and I fell in love. Since I absolutely can't get enough of the Katniss and Peeta romance, I decided to throw together a little montage of their relationship from Peeta's point of view; some of the stories from the book (but not the EXACT story... I'm far too lazy to get the exact words. Sorry.), others from my imagination.I hope you liked the first one, and I'll try to keep posting more.I know it's probably a common story line, but I was just so inspired after reading these books that I had to throw something yes, I know it's gushy. So, so mushy and gushy and perhaps even corny. Yes, I know. But that's Peeta for you, ya know?Hope you liked it so far, for reading!