Hey! I need a fresh start with my HG fanfict. So ya...anyone want a coke? I do. Off topic. So hope you like it! Oh ya I OWN NOTHING! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Chapter 1: Happiness comes at a price.
Peeta's POV
One thing you need to know is that I love you, I thought as I watched her walk down the hallway at school. "PEETA!" yelled my older brother.
"What?" I asked annoyed, hoping beyond belief that she hadn't hear him. Thank God she didn't.
"Who's the girl, Peeta? I see you watching her every move every day." he asked.
"Non of your bees wax." I said and started walking home with him trailing behind me. When I walked threw the door off my home, I had to miss the bread that was chucked my way. I sighed, walking up and putting on my apron, going to the stove, and put loaves of bread on the racks. "GOOD! NOW JUST DON'T BURN THEM THIS TIME!" screamed my mother, bringing up the ONE time I ever burnt loaves of bread.
"Yes ma'am." I said and was still working when the bell rang.
"I GOT IT!" yelled my eldest brother. I looked out of the window to see a very pretty girl standing there. Should've know it was his girlfriend. I shook my blond curls out of my face and went to go get another sack of flour from the back. Tomorrow was the reaping and I had my name in there only five times. She has at least twenty-four in there. What if she gets picked? I started thinking about her. Her brown hair always in a braid. Looked exactly like a child from the Seam should look like. She was perfect. I was always worrying at every reaping that she was going to get picked. Ever since we got old enough to be in the reaping. But my crush has been developing since we were both five and it wasn't about to be put away in the fire. Ya she may not notice me, but still, no one said I couldn't love her. "PEETA!" yelled my mother.
"What?" I asked.
"Feed the pigs you worthless thing." and she pushed me out the door. I sighed. Well at least she didn't slap me. I thought. True. I wonder when she's finally going to disinherit me? I thought. My mother hates me. The only person who doesn't hate me, or slaps me, or ignores me is my father. I walked over to the pigs and fed them.
Walking back inside, I saw my father taking the bread and other things out of the oven, so I went upstairs and into my room. I wonder what my family would do if I got picked in the reaping tomorrow. Knowing my mother, she would probably rejoice and be thankful that the son she hates the most is going to die. My brothers and father would most likely be sad, but quickly get over it. I sighed and got ready for bed. Tomorrow is going to be a very long day.
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