Hello guys! This is my first Fanfic. So, please do not be too critical. XD
Hope you enjoy it. Please R&R!
Chapter 1 : Start from the very beginning
My stomach is aching. I haven't had a real meal for three days already. I am really afraid now. No one wants to buy the old cloths that I have tried to sell in the whole day. What should I do? I have to take care of my family. I am their hope! But I know every thing can be good again eventually. I just have to wait for a little longer. I wear a small smile on my face as I think of that. That is what my father told me before. I know he is keeping an eye on my right now.
I walk through the town slowly. It is really late now. Most of the houses are dark. I keep walking till I smell something. I slowly approach the bakery. The smell is so strong that I am about to collapse in it. Luckily, I am still conscious enough. The odds are finally in my favour! May be I can find some food in the trash can.
However, fate deceives me again. The can is empty. When I am about to leave, a high-pitched voice catch me. The baker's wife. She is an evil. At least that is what my friends told me. But I hardly dislike somebody. Not until now. She keeps shouting at me. But I don't want to hear. I know the words must be harsh. With my weak body and the cold weather, I cannot take any harsh words that can make me lose my willpower. So, I mentally close my ears.
I catch his eyes when I am about to turn around. Though the light is dim, I can still tell that his eyes are beautiful. They are light blue and flashing. I almost blush when our eyes meet. I duck my head and quickly leave. I really need a rest. I am hungry, stomach aching and tired. I lean against the tree behind the bakery. My mind keeps thinking about that boy. No Katniss! You should think of your family right now, you have to keep them alive. You have to find a way to get some food. Otherwise, you all are going to die.
Suddenly, I hear a slapping sound, then the baker's wife curse and shout something like "you this idiot! Go feed the pigs." Then that beautiful-eyes boy rushes out the backdoor of the bakery. His hands are carrying two loaves of burnt bread. I notice that his face has a huge red mark. Did his mother just hit him? How could she do that? He is her beloved son. She should forgive him no matter he has done anything wrong! How could she be so cruel?
He kneels down in front of the pigpen. He slowly tears the burnt part and throws it to pigs. I absentmindedly admire his fingers, long and strong. A scar on his hand makes his hand look more perfect. Before I can react, he throws those breads in front of my foot and run back to the bakery.
What has he just done? He has just saved me and my family.
That night, we all have a good meal. We finally can sleep with a full stomach. Before I drift off to sleep, a thought creeps into my mind. I am going to find out his name and thank him tomorrow. To tell you the truth, I am starting to admire him. I fall asleep with a small smile across my face.