Blinded by the Nation

by fandommagic4

Even before getting reaped for the Hunger Games battles life as a child. Rated K for physical abuse.

Fanfiction

Prologue to The Hunger Games

Peeta's POV

Title: Blinded By the Nation

1997

"Peeta!"

"Yes, Par!"

"Time to clean-up!"

"okay,"

I look around the bakery and look with my four-year old eyes. So I don't have that big of a vocabulary. I could say it's dusty. Old, full of bread. My brother Puri, who is seven, tells me to start clearing tables. I try as hard as I can and tell Mother I'm done. She says to go to the back and wait. I'm four so nobody likes my "cleaning up".

I'm in my room.

Not doing anything. Just sitting there.

"Peeta," yells Par, "dinner."

I leave my drawing of my family in my room. It's not done just yet. I love drawing. Drawing the trees outside of the fence. Drawing the flowers that grow in the meadow. And the people who I live with.

I walk to the dinner table and pull myself onto the chair. Squirrel, as per usual. Mr Everdeen delivers them to us every day. He's the only one who is brave enough to go outside the barrier of the fence that I rarely see. I see some green vegetable there as well.