I awoke at first light. The house was still quite. I laid still a moment trying to figure out why it was so quite. It's Reaping Day. I sighed and closed my eyes tight hoping that when I opened them back up, it would be just normal day in District 12. That there would be sounds from below in the shop of baking and this is all a dream. I slowly opened my eyes and was greeted with silence. I pushed off my sheet and swing my legs to the edge of the bed and stretch. The floor boards beneath my feet creeked as I set my feet down.

"Peeta, are you awake already?" My father poked his head into my closet sized room.

"Yea. I just woke up." I yawned.

"You're up early for Reaping Day."

I shrugged. "I guess I'm anxious to get the day over with."

My father nodded and sighed. "I think everyone in all twelve Districts are son."

I took a deep breath and ran a hand through my hair. This in one day out of the year that no one wants to come back to. Once every year, the children from twelve Districts between the ages of twelve and eighteen have to stand in the town square and wait for two names to be called. One boy and one girl. But it isn't like each person has their name in once so everyone has an equal chance of getting called. Your name is entered once your first year then goes up until you are eighteen and have had your name in seven times. If you are poor, which most people in the Districts are, you can put your name in again for a tesserae of grain and oil. Living in the part of Districts twelve, that has more wealth but not by much. My name has only been in five times because I have to. My family gets by from what we make at the bakery for money so i haven't need to enter my name in for tesserae.

"Come on Peeta." My father pulls my out of my thoughts. "Let's eat some breakfast before we make cakes for tonight."

I nod and follow him knowing today is going to be a long day.

**tOS**

"Peeta, Rye, what are you doing baking at this hour?" My father and I turn around to see my mother scolding us. "It's Reaping Day. today is a day for family, not work. We will sell post Reaping Day cakes tomorrow."

My father looked at my mother. "Petunia, if we make and sell some today, we'll have that much more money for cloths and things."

My mother sighed walking away waving a hand at us. "Fine. But Basil and Florence will be with me. Having family time."

I rolled my eyes and muttered, " Yea. Listening to lame stories is family time." My father glared at me not to start anything but my mother already heard She picked up a spoon and hurled it at my face. I could have moved. I had enough time to see it coming. But she would have just gotten madder and thrown more things. I let the spoon smack my face. My mother storms off as my father picks up the spoon and puts it back.

"You know mouthing off to her will do you no good."

I shrug and sigh. "I hate how she treats us."

My father put his hand on my shoulder. "Don't worry son. Let's just finish so we can open up after The Reaping."

I hope y'all liked part one! I'm working on part one as you read this! This has been rolling around in my mind for a long time (like, since I saw the Hunger Games movie) and I'm glad I'm finally getting it out! I am planning to do al three books. All in Peeta's POV. I'm going by the book but, if I get anything wrong, (which I might) please leave a comment or a PM. Or even how you think I can make it better. Constructive criticism is always welcome. And my PMs are always open if you have something to say! If you'd like to bash my story, please take it up with Dean Winchester. :P