I sit holding my daughter tightly in my arms. Logan is growing up so fast I can hardly stand it. She's so beautiful, I wish I could take the credit for her big chocolate brown eyes or her long brown hair but I can't. Sadly, Logan isn't mine. She was my neighbors. They gave her to me because they couldn't afford her. I couldn't either, I was only eleven at the time, and still I couldn't let them sell her on the black market. How unfair would that be? So I adopted her and we nearly starved to death until he came along four years later.
"You kids look starving," He says looking down upon us. I clutch Logan to me as he bends down to our level. He hands me a bag then stands up and walks away. I open it and find inside a knife, three apples, six oranges, and a pomegranate. A feast for us. When I look up ready to thank the kind man I find he's disappeared. Logan and I each eat an orange. People walk all around us talking about talking of seeing the victors Katniss and Peeta. As if they are gonna really met—
"You're a lucky one. Haymitch never shows much interest in anyone," a kind voice says. I look up and see a pair of blue eyes staring down at me. Peeta Mellark. One of the victors. Of course right after I think no one's gonna see him he chooses to notice me.
"Maybe he's got a soft spot for kids." I say softly covering my mouth because I have yet to finish my orange wedge. Peeta nods with a friendly smile. He looks around and spots Katniss who is walking toward the victors' village. He sighs and looks back at me.
"Why don't you both come with me? Effie Trinket is spending the day back at my house and she could use some female advice." He says extending a hand. Logan all but jumps into his arms nearly knocking him off his balance.
"Female advice on?" I ask trying to detach Logan from the boy.
"Men."