"Peeta!" "Peeta! Get up!" I hear my mothers familiar yell and it doesn't even phase me anymore. "Peeta, You better be down here in two minutes or you will regret it."
I drag myself out of bed and go wash my face. As I walk back to my room I can hear my dad talking to my mother.
"Amanda, I told you that we were going to let the boys sleep in today." I doubt that my mom agreed to that. "No, he needs to be up and working. There are going to be a lot of people in here today."
It's true, every family will be coming here after the reaping to buy a loaf of bread or maybe even a cookie or two. Besides, I wasn't going to sleep anyways. I didn't sleep at all last night.
The reaping is today. I should have nothing to worry about., I mean my name has only been in there a few times. Some boys from the Seam have their name in there a lot. 40 times, I heard once from a guy named Gale.
Gale, oh I cant stand him. He's not a bad person, its just that I've heard some things about him, him and Katniss. I don't want to believe what people say, but I wouldn't be surprised if they were true.
My eyes wander out the window, flickering between the Seam and the woods. They go out hunting every Sunday, doing who knows what besides hunting.
I don't have the right to hate him. I don't think I've ever talked to Katniss more than once if that. They have known each other for years. Both of their fathers died in the mine explosion, they both have been taking terrace for food for their families. I guess they have a lot in common.
I have never felt what they go through every day. If they don't catch anything, their families don't eat. We have always had food. It may have been stale and hard as a rock but we still had food for our stomachs. Going days without eating anything, feeding their younger siblings first.
I hear footsteps thinking it's just my brother until I feel a sharp pain on my back.
"Peeta, I told you to be downstairs in two minutes. It's been almost ten any your still standing around! What a worthless son." I'm surprised she waited that long to come up and get me, I still thought I was within my time limit.
"Well don't just stand there, go eat and get to work!" I slip on a shirt and head to the kitchen.
Everyone's place is empty except for my, the piece of bread is still sitting on the plate. "Good morning Peeta, sleep well?" my father asked. I know he already knows the answer though. "As good as I could dad." I reply. "Well I have to go out for a while but I will be back real soon. Do you think you and your brothers can handle the bakery until I get back?"
"Of course we can Dad." my oldest brother Ryan assures. "Ok guys, eat and then start making some bread and rolls." My father says as he pulls on his jacket and walked out the back door.
My other brother Kyle walks in and quickly snatches the stale piece of bread from my hand. "Hey, give it back!" I shout, but it's to late. The whole piece is already in his mouth and down his throat. "That way my bread Kyle!"
Our mother walks into the kitchen, obviously mad, like always. "What is going on in here?" she demands. "Kyle took my bread." I tattle like a little kid, even thought I know it will just mean trouble for all of us. "I did no such thing." Kyle protests.
"Peeta, stop blaming your brother for something he didn't do and all of you, get to work!"
She turns around and leaves the kitchen and Kyle smirks at me as he walks to the oven. We all start to bake and I ignore Kyle, getting in his way a few times. The reaping will be starting in a few hours now.