I couldn't believe it. I was up there, about to waltz into the capitol to my death. hopefully saving the secret love of my life in the process. But I'm getting ahead of myself. My name is Peeta Mellark. I'm sixteen. And, this is my story.
"Oh, Peeta, does this mean we're going back to the beginning?" you may be asking yourself. Oh no, reader, we're going way back, to before the beginning. (Yes, I did just use a Lion King reference lol)
*eleven years earlier*
"You see that girl over there, son?" my father questioned me as he pointed to a girl with two braids flowing over her shoulders. I may have only beed six years old, but I knew that she sure was pretty. It was the first day of school and I already had a crush!
"Yeah, what about her?" I answered.
"Her name is Katniss. I used to be in love with her mother. But she chose a miner over me." he whispered as the beautiful girl swiftly walked past us.
I blushed and asked my dad, "But, why would she choose a miner when she could have you?"
"Well, peeta, love can make you do things that don't seem sensible to anyone but you. Everyone else just thinks you're crazy. He could also sing so beautifully that birds would stop just to listen to him."
In aproximately eleven years from that day, I would finally understand what he meant.
I walked into class and my dad left. For the first time in my life, I had no parents to watch over me and tell me when to turn around and come back. Now, all I had was a lady, supposedly my teacher, that had never met me before that day. She didn't know that my favorite color was orange (not the bright orange, more of a soft, sunset orange). She didn't know that my father was a baker. She berely knew my name at the time. I was worried that she wouldn't be nice. But she was. She was my favorite teacher in fact.
During music time, the teacher asked if anyone knew the Valley Song. Katniss's hand shot straight up and Ms. Winnafred asked if she would sing it for us. And, she did. She did and birds outside stopped singing. Katniss's voice was so beautiful that the birds outside paused to listen to her sing. That was the moment when I knew that I loved her. I would pursue her. I would marry her one day. I would not let her be the one that got away like her mother to my father. She would be mine. Deep for a six-year-old? Maybe. But I was a deep kid, what can I say?