Hello everyone, its been a while since I've wrote a Fanfic. Things at home have been crazy. I Started college this spring but have now decided to go to a Trade school. Lately Ive been writing a story of my own and began to read the hunger games. I watched the movie before I read the books and let me say, I ADORE THE BOOKS! I am smitten with Peeta~ Along with my school search, reading, packing to get a new home with my boy, I started a food blog.
It is Called Nerdy Chef, and I plan on cooking EVERY food from the hunger games they will include recipes. Along with the hunger games I am planing on doing anime food, some from other books like Harry Potter, twilight and classics and also disney (cause who doesn't love a good disney movie) If anyone is interested I will Link my Blog in my About me box on my page.
Disclaimer: If i owned it Prim would be alive, so would her dad and P/K would of happened long before the Games.
Much Love, Hana~
PS: i need a Beta so if interested please PM me~
Kneading You
Ch.1: The Fear
Three weeks had gone by. Three weeks since the hell of the games. Three weeks since my last kiss with Peeta. Three weeks of nightmares of death, mutts, and President Snow. I rolled over covering my head with the dark green duck feather comforter the capitol so nicely provided in our new house. The thoughts of last night's nightmare still fresh but a banging noise brought me out of my stupor. Part of me hoped Mom would answer the door but then the realization that she was currently on what I call baby watch with Mrs. Lowery in the seam. I rolled out of bed slipping on one of many pairs of jeans scattered around my room, and headed downstairs to answer the door.
I jerked open the door expecting cameramen and flashing lights but only found Haymich leaning against the beam on my porch sipping from his flask. "Bout time Sweetheart, it's freezing out here." He pushed himself off and came in lumbering over to the fluffy brown couch. I turned on my heal and glared at him, "What do you want!" Amused he looked over, "is that anyway to talk to your favorite Mentor, Sweetheart?" I felt myself flush with annoyance. "I have told you to stop calling me that!" He took a swig of what I assume is white liquor. "You should talk to the boy," My heart speeds up at this, "all he's done is mope around and that racket he makes baking at 3 in the morning is annoying. You know this is doing nothing for your Act. Snow will be wanting more, hell I am surprised he hasn't made a appearance here forcing you to wed." He stares at the fire my mom must of made before leaving, before he turned to me with a serious look, "Its going to happen. He is going to make you two marry, he's making major buck off your lover act in the arena and people will start demanding for more. The boy knows this, he knows what's at stack." I can do nothing but stare at my feet. Snow doesn't believe them…he doesn't believe they love each other. Peeta must realize that if we don't get out Act together Snow will do something drastic…like… like reap Prim or his brothers or Delly or Gale. Get it together Katniss he is protecting you! I look wide-eyed at Haymich who smirks. "Well looks like someone finally understand! My job is done here." He stands and walks to the door, "Oh and Sweetheart, the next time your at the Hob bring me some more Shine." With that the door to my house shuts and I and still stunned. I am going to have to talk to Peeta about everything whether I like it or not. The thought scars me and I cant help but think back to our last talk on the train. I broke his heart and trampled on it by playing along. The cold and bitterness in his eyes when I told him I was confused about my feelings for him, which is true. I could not fall in love, falling in love only led to marriage which led to babies; babies that would die in the games. I shank my head into my hands, ether way I would have to marry him. If I didn't I just knew something would happen and Haymich conformed that, but if I did and I fell in love wouldn't that led to kids? Ether way here I am not going to win and when were the Odds ever in my favor?
As if automatically I threw on my new boots from Cinna along with the brown wool coat and my feet pulled me across the dirt road to his house. I raised my hand to knock when panic set through me, he would be mad I knew yet I had to speak to him we needed a plan. His door opened and he stood there his shirt covered in flour, hair messy, and dark circles under his eyes.
"What do you want." His voice was sharp and hostile.
"I know what Snow is going to make us do. If we do not comply with it he will hurt our families, we need to talk." My voice was steady I only hoped he agrees to speak to me and we must come up with some kind of plan.
Oh my glob! was it bad? do yal like it? what should happen, please give me ideas and fed back and ask questions if you have any. your reviews are gold to me!
Love, Hana