OS: From Katniss to Peeta: a Thank-you letter

This letter could have been writen by Katniss in the Hunger Games, book 1 while she was in the train with Peeta. It is my first text in english about the Hunger Games so I admit it might not be perfect; also remember that I am not fluent in english, as I am French. However, I take note of any advise you can give me.

Credits: Unfortunately, the Hunger Games and affiliatiated do not belong to me but to S. Collins.

Peeta,

I must admit it might seem a bit strange to write you a letter while you are sitting next to me but I didn't want to say it aloud. In fact, I'd like that you forget this whole story after you have read this letter. To tell you the truth, I hate to have debts unpaid and I consider this text as a payment. When we will be in the arena, it will be too late for this.

I don't know if you remember but when we were eleven, a few days before the Reaping, you threw me a bread. That day, you saved Prim's life, my mother's life and my life. Thank you very much for this. If you hadn't done it... I'd better not think what could have happened.

That afternoon was very wet and windy, this sort of weather nobody can appreciate or even have the idea of going outside. However, I didn't have the choice. My father died a few weeks ago and we didn't have any money left. Prim and I had to go to school and my mother was so depressed that she didn't search for a job or some way to keep us alive. I was the oldest child so it was my job to feed my mother, little Prim aged seven and myself. And I can tell you it is one of the most difficult things I have ever done especially because of my age. I always wanted to let go and cry but I knew I could not. I was not allowed to do it because if I did, my family would die.

So here I was, young, cold and sad in the middle of your street this evening. It was going to be night in a few minutes and I would have to go home, without food, without money, without anything. And I knew I could not bear the cries of Prim, the empty eyes of my mother and this horrible feeling of hunger. We had not had anything to eat for two days except hot water and tea and the situation was becoming desperate. I had spent the day trying to sell old clothes nobody was interested in and I wanted to give up. I think I am only starting to realize how hopeless the future looked that day for me. There was nothing to eat, even in the bins.

And then you appeared. Your mother had hit you because you burnt some bread and told you to give it to the pig. She insulted you too and I felt sorry for you because nobody had ever hit me. But I would have done anything in the world to exchange my place with you, only to get food to save Prim and Mum. That's when you did what I will remember all my life. You threw me those two marvellous warm bread. They did not only mean food, they meant life, they meant hope, they meant it was not already over because we were alive. And because you gave me those breads.

I ran back home, without even thanking you and we ate some bread. The next morning, I saw you at school: you were with your wealthy friends from the city and you did not seem to recognize me. But our eyes crossed, and I saw you remembered. How couldn't you? By saving my life, you gave me one of the most beautiful gifts I have ever had: Hope.

After that, things started to get better. I took tesserae, hunted and gathered with Gale, a boy I had meet in the woods and my mother even got a job. But I don't think you really care about this, do you?

See you soon I guess.

Katniss

Ps: Not a word of this to anybody. I am serious.

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