Okay so this is a fanfic another admin and I wrote a long time ago but I thought I would share it ^_^! So she (admin ~Annie) wrote every odd chapter and I wrote (theMockingjaysPearl) every second chapter. I hope you enjoy this fanfic as it is about the Hunger games in Peeta's POV. This is our first collaborated fanfiction so please leave a comment :"3

Chapter 1

As I walk down to the bakery, my fake leg catching on uneven stones in the path, I sigh. It's the victory tour today, I will have to look down at the families of the children that died, it makes it worse that the families will hate us, because we came back home, instead of their kids. I unlock the door to the bakery; the sign above the door is getting tattered now! On the sign says the words Mel lark Bakery. It's a simple name, the key catches in the lock and as always, you have to force your whole body onto the key to get it to turn. When it eventually does open, I begin my day of icing cakes. I do every day! For those who can afford them, I start to ice happy birthday onto the cakes, for the mothers who want to surprise their young children on their birthday, to make it seem a happy day, but it isn't, because if you're older, you have more chance of getting drawn at the reaping. Of course, I do the simple cakes, the ones with just the iced pink or red flower. Once I have done them, I have to cook some bread in the big metal ovens; of course doing this makes me flashback to the time in the awful rain where I threw out the bread to Katniss, so she didn't starve... I shake my head to get the images of her hollow cheeks and cracked lips out of my head. I start making the cheese buns, some to sell in the bakery, and some to take for Katniss, seeing as I know they are her favourite! I often pack one of the cupcakes in for prim, and a loaf of bread for their mother eat with one of the stews she makes. As the clocks strikes twelve in the kitchen of the bakery, I sigh again knowing my prep team will be here soon, to make me look nice for the cameras! I am right. As I take the loaves of bread out of the oven, my prep team come bursting through the doorway of the Mellark bakery.

(~Annie)