I do not own hunger games!
Ok so I am going to try to write the hunger games from Peeta's POV I know it's not perfect word for word every single event exactly but that's just the way it is. Please comment!
Ch1
I wake up to the sound of my father. He is in the kitchen doing his everyday routine; clean the ovens, bake fresh bread, and make each and every display perfect. It drives me insane that he can keep his life on such an organized path. Since I was little I dreamed of a life of adventure, not the life of a merchant. I often dream of trading lives with gale Hawthorne, and not only because he's the love of my life's best friend, but because he has the life I have always wanted. He's constantly breaking the rules and being the rebel I want to be.
"Peeta?" sounds my mother's shrill voice. In response that I've heard her I groan and sit up in my comfortable bed. "Peeta its time to get up. And for heaven sakes take a bath its reaping day, you must be presentable." And with that she exits my room. Bitter old woman is just mad because Bennett (my older brother) his decided to move out. Good for him, I'm glad he finally gets to go have a real life away from constantly making bread. But as for porter (my other brother) and I we are stuck here. That is if we make it through the reaping.
The rest of the afternoon is boring but filled with that uneasy tension that follows the hunger games. I was forced by my mother to take a bath and wear my best dress clothes so that I look "presentable" the worst part is yet to come though. We all walk to the town square which is about a five minute walk from our house. When we get there I'm dragged to where the other sixteen year olds are. I look around to see Katniss Everdeen on my left. She isn't looking at me, in fact I wouldn't be surprised if she had no idea I was here at all. I remember the first time I saw her, my father had pointed her out and told me he had wanted to marry her mother, but that she had instead ran off with a Cole miner. I understood, if this girl's mother was half as beautiful as her any man would have wanted her. It was that day that I fell in love with her, I know it's cheesy to say but it was love at first site. Ever since then I had been doing little things for her, some of which she probably never even know about, the first one being the bread I gave her when she looked staved. I love her and she probably doesn't even know I exist.
I am pulled from my thoughts by the scream of Effie Trinket as Haymitch (the only victor from district 12) attacks her on stage. After Effie resituates herself she continues reading all the speeches about the mercy of the capitol (yea right) and the dark days. Then she walks over to the girl's glass globe full of names and pulls one out. I glance at katniss next to me. Please not her, I pray silently. And my prayers are answered because it's not her, it's her sister