This chapter was supposed to be out last night but I accidently deleted it so I had to re-write the whole thing! Sorry!

Disclaimer: I do not own The Hunger Games

Prim grips my hand so tightly through the funeral I swear that she has cut off my circulation. She sobs silently through most of it and I admit that I had shed a few tears as well, but towards the end it seems like she just can not take it anymore so she throws herself into my arms. She sobs vocally now and I silently just stroke her hair.

After Prim had done this, I look up and find that the whole town has stopped listening to the preacher for about seven seconds, and looks at Prim with extreme sorrow in their eyes, and a few of them look like they are going to cry.

Because we live in such a small town, everyone knows each other. So when there is a funeral or wedding, guess what happens? The whole town comes. So at my father's funeral, its not just a couple family members and some close friends, it's the whole town.

Over the years our town ahs developed a small tradition at funerals. What happens is at the end of the funeral, all of the families get into a line, and one by one each family comes up and has to say something nice to the family who has recently lost one of there loved ones. The only problem about this is that nobody ever knows what the heck to say so everyone just says the same exact thing.

So at the end of the funeral, when I have my eyes closed while stroking Prims hair and trying to calm her down, each family comes over to us and says the same exact thing that the family after them had already said. Basically what they say is, "oh my goodness we are so sorry for your loss." And "things will get better soon." But after about ten families saying the same exact same thing just in a different order or phrase, I am about to just say, "Look! If all of you are going to say the same exact thing just in a different way, then leave us the heck alone!" I tell myself to calm down though and just don't lose your temper. But after the eleventh family I lose my temper again and am inhaling air to announce my sentence, when something, or should I say someone stops me.

His hair is soft and wavy, and it falls over his hair naturally. His eyes are deep ocean blue that remind me of a time when I went t5o the seaside with my father. He is about a ½ foot taller than me and looks around sixteen or seventeen years of age. This is perfect for me because I am only sixteen. He does not look familiar to me which is odd because I know everyone in town. He is extremely attractive and I seem to be in a trance from looking into his eyes for too long because when he speaks, he snaps me back into reality.

"I am so sorry that you lost someone you held dear recently. I wasn't supposed to be here, I was just going for a walk and I saw everyone gathered here and I just came over to see what was going on when I saw you. My family and I recently moved into the vacant house on Seam Street and I was going on a walk through town to see were everything was located." He stops for a moment and looks at me through sorrowful eyes when he tries to finish. "My family and I also just opened a bakery across the street from the grocer." He stops again and it looks like he is trying to find the right words when he suddenly finishes.

"If you and you're family ever need food, come by the bakery and we will give you as much bread as you need." He gives me a sad smile when suddenly tears fill my face and flood down my cheeks. I stand there about a foot away from this extremely kind boy and silently sob, while flooding my little sisters scalp with my tears as I continue to stroke her head not even realizing that I am doing it anymore.

"Thank you" I finally choke out. I feel so vulnerable standing there sobbing like this but I can't seem to stop.

I don't understand why this boy has made this emotional effect on me until I say the answer to my own question.

"Nobody has ever been that kind to me or my family before." I sob to him.

I stand there standing before this guy holding on to my sister tightly when the unexpected happens.

He walks over to me slowly and I must know what is happening because I let go of my sister, and the boy opens up his arms and engulfs me in them. This extreme act of kindness seems to trigger something inside of me because once he has done this, I start to sob. Not silently anymore, but vocally into his shoulder.

What is wrong with you? I ask myself. You don't even know this person and you are sobbing into his sleeve? What is wrong with you?

I want to listen to myself so much and be strong for Prim but I haven't been able to cry. And I mean really cry to someone ever since my father's death. And nobody has been this kind and caring to me except for my father and well, he is never coming back.

So instead of listening to myself, I melt into this strangers arms and sob into his sleeve. I sob. And sob. And sob. Until almost five minutes have gone by and I feel so comforted that I don't want to let go.

"I am so sorry." He whispers to me. This breaks me even more because this simple sentence tells me that he cares. And he feels my pain. I sob even longer now until I can't cry any more. I pull away from him and say one more time, "thank you so much." Then he replies, "Your welcome." And then he walks away.

I glance up at the rest of the families and see that they are all so moved by this stranger's act of kindness that some of them are crying as well.

After seeing the kindness one stranger can do, every single family member of every single family give Prim and I a hug and offer to cook us dinner whenever we need it.

But the problem is, I don't want these families' dinners our hugs. All I want is the mysterious boys kindness and hugs and bread.

On the way home I ask myself, why this bow was so kind to me and why he gave me a wonderful hug and when he didn't even know me. And why the hug melted my so much.

I don't know the answer but that doesn't stop me from spending so many waking nights thinking about it.

From that point on because I don't know his name, I call the stranger, the boy with the bread.

So on the way home, when Prim asks me, "Who was that nice boy who hugged you Katniss?" I answer back, "I don't know, but I am going to find out."