No copy right intended. I do not own hunger games.
I woke up to the smell of leaves and must. It was another normal Tuesday just like any other. I peeled myself from the cotton sheets and walked to the mirror adjacent from my bed. It was cracked and worn from all the years of sitting on the wall. I yanked a tattered brush through my hair and braided it down my back. I quickly dressed and made the bed my sister Prim and I shared. She was already up and milking her goat lady which I brought home for her years ago. I walked backed over to the mirror and took in my appearance. I was only about 5'5 and my dark hair fell to my waist. It framed my face of steel grey eyes, dark eyebrows, and full pink lips. My olive tone skin looked tired and had a few bruises here and there. I sucked in a breath and forced myself out the door and walked the pathway to school.
As I walked through town I got the same looks I always get. Pitiful eyes and half hearted smiles follow me down the dirt pathway. After my father died in a mine explosion a few years ago everybody seemed to think my family was weak and vulnerable. In truth we are, between an unsteady income and my withdrawn mother, times are tough. Our money we received from the death of my father wore thin a few weeks back and we needed more. I did what needed to be done; I found other means of getting food and money. I wish I could hunt for my food like my father once taught me but once the peacekeepers found that the electrical fence surrounding our district was off, therefore leaving us unprotected, they had it fixed.
After a few miles I finally found my way to the large two story school building which was probably the only thing in district 12, besides the Justice Building, that looked nice. I pushed through the double doors and made my way to the makeshift locker I was assigned at the beginning of the school year. I put in the 3 number combination and pulled it open. A small notebook and my few textbooks on the history of Panem littered the insides. I grabbed the notebook and my Panem Government book before slamming the door shut and heading for the library. I had forty minutes till first bell and I need to study for my test last class. I walked my way along the white tiles till I reached the door that had a library sign to the left of it. I walked in and looked around at the two person tables that were spread around along the inside. They all seemed to be full except for a seat across from a boy with very light blonde hair. I contemplated leaving but I don't think he will bite me.
I slowly approach the table and cleared my throat before asking "May I sit here?" I point to the seat across from him. He tears his eyes from the textbook he was reading and looked up. All of the sudden I was staring into the blue eyes of Peeta Mellark.