HI I AM NEW AT THIS SO SORRY IF THIS STINKS! BUT I WILL BE WRITING THE HUNGER GAMES FROM PEETA'S POINT OF VIEW! (: PLEASE LEAVE REVIEWS AND MAKE ME HAPPY.
I wake up with my Brother Derec thumping my face. I groan. "Really?" I wanna punch him, but I decide not to. Today is the day of the reaping for The Hunger Games. The Hunger Games happens once every year. The capitol put 24 kids in an arena to fight to the death.
There is only one winner. The survivor obviously. I think the Hunger Games are stupid. But it doesn't matter what I think. Derec is only 13 So it is his second year being in the reaping bowl. My older brother Rian is 18 so it is his last year of being in the reaping bowl. I am 16. My family owns the bakery in district 12. So I work there. I don't have many friends. I also don't have a girlfriend. There is this one girl I like though- "Peeta,
your clothes are on the table." Rian yells.
I go into the kitchen of our fairly small house. On the table is a fitted polo and some black slacks. I grab the clothes and go to the room that I share with Rian. I go to take a shower then put my clothes on. I comb back my hair. I like the way my hair looks but it's to fancy to wear at school and stuff. When I out everyone is gone except my mom. She doesn't even bother coming to our reaping. She is really-
I don't know how to explain it. "They left-"
" I Know!" I interupt her.
I walk out of the house and go to get signed in. Then I her. She looks gorgeous. With her hair in those pretty braids. I turn away and go stand in my place.
I wake up with my Brother Derec thumping my face. I groan. "Really?" I wanna punch him, but I decide not to. Today is the day of the reaping for The Hunger Games. The Hunger Games happens once every year. The capitol put 24 kids in an arena to fight to the death.
There is only one winner. The survivor obviously. I think the Hunger Games are stupid. But it doesn't matter what I think. Derec is only 13 So it is his second year being in the reaping bowl. My older brother Rian is 18 so it is his last year of being in the reaping bowl. I am 16. My family owns the bakery in district 12. So I work there. I don't have many friends. I also don't have a girlfriend. There is this one girl I like though- "Peeta,
your clothes are on the table." Rian yells.
I go into the kitchen of our fairly small house. On the table is a fitted polo and some black slacks. I grab the clothes and go to the room that I share with Rian. I go to take a shower then put my clothes on. I comb back my hair. I like the way my hair looks but it's to fancy to wear at school and stuff. When I out everyone is gone except my mom. She doesn't even bother coming to our reaping. She is really-
I don't know how to explain it. "They left-"
" I Know!" I interupt her.
I walk out of the house and go to get signed in. Then I her. She looks gorgeous. With her hair in those pretty braids. I turn away and go stand in my place.