A/N: Hope you guys enjoy this, I should be posting a new fanfic for Gale's POV of the 75th Hunger Games interviews. Holidays is soon so I will be able to write more. If you like my fanfictions, follow my user. If you have any feedback or suggestions, don't be scared to write me a review. I normally don't bite ;)
I can hear my mother once again, screaming her head off. She's not hurt or anything, she's just a very angry lady. Who is she yelling at this time? Even though the oven I'm stationed at is closest to the window, I cannot take my eyes off the bread. I want to have dinner tonight. My brothers are I hear a large thud outside and my mother walks back inside.
"What was that mother?" I ask.
Her face is all scrunched-up and red. She tells me that it's 'a pest' and curses at me for not focusing on the bread. Once my parents decide to talk, I quickly walk to the window. It's pouring down rain and it's dark, so I have trouble seeing anything other than the pigs. Once I squint my eyes, I finally see her. Head buried in her knees, clothes damp and her hair all matted. She looks up for a moment and I see her face, skin and bones but still beautiful. It's Katniss Everdeen.
I run back to the oven. Katniss Everdeen is at my house?! I ponder about this for a minute, staring at the window. She looks weak from hunger. She must've come here for food, but she needs to pay for it. Katniss comes from the Seam, the poorest part of District 12. She doesn't have any money to spare. I think she tried to look through the rubbish, as it's tipped over. I can't let her starve to death. I can't let the love of my life die. I look at the bread. It's golden, ready to come out of the oven. In my mind, I have no other choice. I watch the golden edges darken and crumble until smoke fills the air.
"Peeta! You idiot! Get the bread out of the oven, it's burning!"
I stumble to the oven, acting like I didn't plan this. She takes the bread out of my hands as soon as I take it out and inspects it.
"We can't sell this! You stupid child. No dinner for you tonight, and you're getting the spoon!" my mother says as she open the draw. I glance over to my brothers and father. They're all silently watching, not wanting to get in trouble with me. I close my eyes as I feel the wooden utensil hit my arm, leaving a stinging sensation. I peer down and my skin has turned tomato red. I bite my tongue. I hold onto the hope that she'll let me go give it to the pigs. She eventually does, so I open the creaky door and step outside into the rain. The water burns the bruise my mother gave me, but I clench my teeth and keep walking.
I look at the pigs, all snuggled up against each other. Katniss is on the ground, her eyes glaring off into the distance. I look down at the bread, then at the door. My mother is yelling at my brothers for now, so I use my good arm to chuck the bread towards Katniss. It lands not too far away from her, starting to dampen in the rain. I can't call out for her, scared that my mother will hear. But she does notice, and crawls over and picks it up. She tucks it in her jacket and stares around. Her grey eyes meet mine and we search each other's faces. Then she picks herself up and runs off towards the Seam. I smile for a second before heading back into the hell that I call home.
Your welcome, Katniss.