Hi Guys!

I am a really big fan of the hunger games as you may already know so i really wanted to do a scene or fan fic from this series. So I chose the scene when Katniss is dying of starvation and Peeta gives her the bread, so this wouldn't be happening if it wasn't for the fabulous Suzanne Collins o you can owe this one to her!

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I quickly pull the bread out of the oven realising how burnt it was. Passing it from hand to hand I find the dish cloth and quickly wrap it up behind my back so that she doesn't see.

"Have you finished the bread yet Peeta?" My mother asks.

"Oh… um yeah, I put it on the stand with the rest." I'm usually quick off the tongue but this lady makes me nervous- and she knows that.

"Oh, I see. So you won't mind me asking what it is you are hiding behind your back?" She narrows her eyes at me.

"Oh, that's nothing really it's just the dish cloth."

"I see that Peeta." Her voice is raising. "But what is inside the dish cloth?" Her words drip with venom.

I hold it up to her. She quickly frowns and snatches it from my hands unwrapping it fiercely.

"THIS ISN'T BREAD PEETA! YOU FILTHY LITTLE WRETCH! GET OUT OF MY KITCHEN AND NEVER COME BACK! She yells, I see fire in her eyes.

She throws the cloth wrapped bread on the ground somewhere and snatches up the red hot tongs from the fire, laying a blow to my face causing me to cry out.

My hands begin to shake and my legs begin to tremble as i shove the tongs off my face.

"FEED IT TO THE PIGS!" She yells."FOOD THIS BURNT IS NO GOOD FOR PEOPLE YOU STUPID BOY!"

She shoves me out the back door. I struggle to keep my hands over the burn on my face. I don't want anyone to see it and I she wouldn't either. I close the door behind me bread in hand, that's when I notice her. Sitting beneath the old gum tree looking half dead. An alarm goes off in my head Katniss Everdeen is dying! She looks up at me longingly-I can see the life draining from her eyes-I look at the bread in my hands; I don't even have to ask to know that the cause to her suffering is hunger, she is starving to death. It's times like these that I hate being the bakers son.

I look back at her face, it lights up and hope flashes through her eyes, there is something else in them that I can't quite name, when she sees the bread. I can't help but give into this look- after all she is the one that I love- I break the bread in two and throw half to the pigs. She frowns and the look of disappointment on her face is heartbreaking, but I throw her the other half. I rush back inside not noticing that it was pouring with rain. I turn back to see her scoffing down the bread like it's her last meal. I smile to myself- I realise that I probably look like a lunatic-then I close the door.