Hey guys! this took some deep thinking. So anyway, it's just going to be a story told in third person from a bunch of different POV's. Enjoy!
Peeta {The Hunger Games}
They had a single encounter: The starved girl pawing through the trash, the burned bread, the beating. From that day on, he had always felt like he needed to help the girl with the silver eyes.
In the school field, where he stood making a split second of eye contact with her before her eyes graviated toward a dandelion. A bright yellow. The kind of yellow that makes you forget the bad and just feel euphoric-of course he thought that, because one day, he would become a painter. Her careful fingers gently pulled the yellow flower out of the ground, and she walked off toward the dull grey part of town: the Seam.
They would always look at each other for a moment, only for both pairs of eyes to flutter away quickly. At school, in town, and even at his father's bakery, where she traded her fresh meat for a loaf or two of bread.
On the quiet day of the reaping, people filed in to the town square. The silly woman with the powder pink hair dipped her hand into the bowl, only to retrieve the single slip holding the name of the girl's young sister. A beautiful young girl, of only twelve years. Long golden hair and large pale blue eyes, if you had not known her, you would have though she was of merchant class, but she lived in the seam.
"I VOLUNTEER! I volunteer as tribute!" the big sister said, pushing her young sibling behind her. But her younger sister wouldn't let her go. "No! You can't!" she said, but in return she only heard, "Prim, let go!"
He could not protect the girl now. She had volunteered in the games of life or death, and there was nothing he could do about it...or so he thought.
"Peeta Mellark!" Effie said, and before he knew it, he too would face the same situation as the girl. When they shook hands, he gave her hand a reassuring squeeze, as to say, "It's okay, we're friends." but she didn't understand.
He was trying to be friendly-because in his mind, they were always friends-but she kept pushing him away, telling him that it was only necessary when cameras were around. If only she knew...
From their linked hands on the chariot, to their training sessions together, he learned that this girl meant far more to him than any friend: she was different.
"Because...because she came here with me."
He thought it was golden, but she took it the wrong way.
Then on the day when the games began, he saw her eyeing the cornucopia, and shook his head at her. Don't go.
He thought it was the beginning of the end, but it was actually the beginning of something far greater.
"One more time, for the cameras."