Hey guys! I'm back! OK so this isn't really a chapter story. It's just all of my favorite parts of The Hunger Games in Peeta's POV. I started writing this because we are read THG in reading! Yay! So I hope you anjoy:)

Disclaimer: I do NOT own The Hunger Games! If I did, then I wouldn't be writing fanfics would I?


It was pouring outside, the heavy droplets banging against the bakery my family owned and lived on top of. I glanced out of the case that displayed all of the cakes I helped decorate with my father. Only a fool would be outside in this weather.

Suddenly I heard my mother yelling at something. Maybe a stray cat or one of my older brothers. I went behind her to see. Staring at me with frightened, gray eyes was the girl I have been in love with since we were five. Katniss Everdeen. She was completely drenched and shivering from her braided head to her booted feet. She looked starving and desperate for something to feed to her little sister and mother.

I needed to help her. My mother pushed me back inside. I had an idea. When taking out the bread that was in the oven I "accidentally" dropped them into the dancing flames. I knew my mother would chastise me for it. As I suspected, she exploded.

"WHAT DID YOU DO?" she screamed. She grabbed the nearest object, a wooden spoon, and swung it at my cheek. Beatings were a common punishment for my brothers and I. Then she pushed the two scorched loaves into my arms. I tried to hold back the tears that were trying to force there way out of my blue eyes. I stumbled out the back door, sloshing through ankle deep puddles.

"FEED IT TO THE PIG YOU STUPID CREATURE! WHY NOT? NO ONE DECENT WILL BUY BURNED BREAD!" Her words stung worse than the spoon hitting my face. A small tear slid down my swelling cheek, but it was hidden by the rain dripping from my blonde hair.

I started tearing off chunks of pieces that were burned on the outside. I could feel Katniss' cold gaze on my back, but I didn't turn around to face her. She was laying against the old apple tree in the back where the pig was, staring at me probably with confusion. She was probably wondering what I was doing. If only she knew how I felt about her, then she would understand my motives.

I looked at the door to see if the coast was clear. Then, with my back still to her, I threw the loaves at her. Still without looking at her, I walked back inside. When I got to the door, I glanced back to see her grab the bread and run, disappearing into the night's storm.

Thankfully my mother had her back to the door and window, so she didn't see a thing. My father and brothers saw everything, all staring at me identical blue eyes and smiles on their faces. I blushed a light pink and went to make the new bread for tomorrow.


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