A/N: I've been having this on my mind for a while, so I decided writing an here's what I got. She's a lovely girl, get to know her. I'm very bad with the names! Her point of view. Hope you like it!
The weather is very nice outdoors. Even if it were bad, I would still make my daily walk across the streets with this glad feeling. I go out from class with that freedom sensation that only give me the school's last day of the year. Almost smiling.
If there's a place where I spend time with people I care about and have fun in. This definitely is not that place.
I'm not the popular kind of person. I rather be alone. I don't have much in common with the other girls. And boys... Well, they rather look at the other girls instead of me, and basically act like jerks most of the time.
I go unnoticed, and it's ok for me, I don't want to change, I'm not interested about fit in. So, last day. Freedom.
I have some stuff to read, I won't get bored during my free time. While my mother won't need my help with her fabrics. We avoid to think that next year I'll be finishing the school and I actually don't know what to do. Since flying to the moon is not a very realistic option to me, I just hope my parents don't try to suggest me a boyfriend, and ending up almost pushed to be married without doing anything really worthy in my life before. But I'm her only daughter and I know they wouldn't want me to be unhappy, not if they can do something to avoid that fact and protect me. Because unfortunately there are certain things parents cannot protect their children against. Children like me, young flesh. We all know it very well.
I don't want to think about the future. My plan right now is immerse myself in my readings everytime I can. For a while I'll be out, in another lands, so far from here.
I'm kicking some few leaves on the ground, gathering and throwing little stones, as I walk back home. I pass the house next to mine. It had been empty since some months. It seems like now someone has moved in.
I'm at the front porch of my house, I look again at the neighbour's house and a guy is going out from the front door. Blonde, blue eyes, attractive. I don't stop walking. One second and we are staring each other. I try to make it like I wasn't. I enter as quickly as possible. I'm not used and I'm not good at approaching with boys, at all.
I'm looking at his house through my window, as I did it yesterday, and the day before yesterday. I hope he hasn't realized yet.
He paints but I never reach to see exactly what... And he's handsome, no doubt. I know I've seen him before.
And suddenly, No! He is glancing! I stop breathing, hide my head behind my curtains and then I hear my mom calling me to take some tea "I'm going!" I say...
My hair looks terrible today so I picked it in a ponytail, now I look a little better. Then I go out, maybe he's outside. I don't want to look like a mess, I always do. But lately I'm putting more attention to those details. It looks like he's not at house... I take a breath, what am I? A spy? I should stop.
The streets are almost empty, good for walking. My mom asked me to go to the bakery, to pick up an order she made this morning. I get in and close the door.
Mr. Hersh, the baker, always tell me some fun anecdote if his, just daily situations, like the day he lost one of his shoes, and it turned out to be in his bathroom, we still don't know why. I think he is a sleepwalker, or it is his old dog Kelp. His only company and the main character of most of his anecdotes. But today Mr. Hersh is not here, it is... my neighbour?
I get nervous, he caught me staring at him several times, I'm a bad spy. Well, I'm already here and going out running is not the most appropiate thing to do right now. I try to act as normal as possible.
He is looking at me and smiles.
"Hello...What can I do for you?"
My heart beats faster, stupid nervousness.
A pair of seconds go by and I open my mouth and reach to say the words I need
"Well my mom came here this morning... and she asked for something..."
I'm moving my hands like a total idiot and try to continue, but he frowns a little, like thoughtful, and then says
"Oh...Yes, I remember, she told me her daughter probably would come"
I nod, is it as normal as I can be? No, I bet I can be worse...
He carries a paper bag and before giving it to me he asks.
"We are neighbours. I moved some days ago. Did you know?"
Good. He knows I'm the nosy girl.
I nod again and half smile. Just saving myself of saying or doing something stupid.
"My name is Peeta Mellark... and what's your name?"
He is more handsome closer. Nice smile, very blue eyes. Blue has always been my favourite colour.
Answer idiot!
"I'm Liby."
"Well, nice to meet you Liby."
He is the totally nice one here. I should say something now.
"Me too... Something happened to Mr. Hersh?" That was at time, good one brain.
"Nothing, I'm just helping him out, part time."
I nod and see Kelp coming slowly from the back door and I bend to pet it. "Hi, Kelp"
Peeta smiles. "At least I have some company."
Then I get straight and take the paper bag.
"Kelp is a good boy. Well, Mr Hersh works hard. Send my greetings to him, please." I look at the floor.
"I will" says Peeta smiling, for sure. I pay him and I have to go right now.
"Thanks, See you." I mumble.
While I'm going I hear "See you, Liby." I sigh, Kelp is coming slowly behind me, I close the door and it passes and stays outside curled up in its usual corner.
"Bye Kelp."