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Chapter 2
Peeta POV
"These are for you," I say, and hand Katniss the bag of cookies.
She reluctantly takes the cookies from my grasp, and presses her lips together tightly, in an attempt to smile.
Katniss's eyes are watering, and she's on the verge of tears.
I want to go comfort her, I want to go hug her, I want to reassure her that everything's going to be alright, and I want to kiss her. But, I don't do anything, I keep my boundaries, and I walk away.
The girl, who I once saw as a survivor, is breaking down. She stayed strong during the hardest times, and you can still tell by the look in her eyes that she's still fighting her hardest.
Katniss is a fighter, she's determined, and brave. Every so often Katniss brings squirrels to my father for a profit, Katniss never pierces the body with an arrow, only the eye. Hunting is illegal in our district, and punishable by whippings, or even death. But, Katniss doesn't let this stop her, this is how she provides for her family
Everything Katniss does impresses me, when we were five years old in music class, and she sang the Valley Song, I was under her spell. I admired her braveness, her courage, and her strength. She never let anything bring her down, and she always fought through her problems.
I arrive at the bakery, to see my entire family working. My father and Rye are making pastries, my mother is baking bread, and Jonah is making cookies. I join them, and begin icing some cakes.
We work in silence like we always do, intently working on our creations.
Katniss POV
I open the bag that Peeta gave me, and find half a dozen cookies in it. I take out two, one for me, and one for my mother.
I walk over to my mother, who is sitting on the floor, against the wall, silently crying to herself. I hold out the cookie to her, but with a slight shake of the head she refuses it.
I quickly finish the cookie, and grab my bow and arrow, and head to the fence, which leads to the forest.
I carefully approach the fence, keeping an eye out for any peacekeepers, but I see none. I crawl under the hole in the fence, and walk towards the lake.
The lake is as beautiful as ever, the water is calm, and plant life is everywhere.
I strip down to my underclothes, and slowly step into the cool water. The water is soothing, and calming.
I lay flat on my back and float across the lake, watching the clouds, and the birds. I keep swimming taking in the sun's rays and warmth. Swimming relaxes me, it takes away the stress, and makes me forget all the bad things.
I get out of the small lake after swimming for roughly ten minutes, I bask in the sun, and find some Katniss.
When I was little, my father told me that as long as I could find myself, I'll never starve.
I quickly consume all of the Katniss root, and lay against the grass that surrounds the lake, drying myself.
The suns hot rays dry me quickly, and in no time I'm up and ready to go hunting.
I walk away from the lake and towards the fence, bow and arrow in hand.
I hear a rustle of movement, and I immediately train my bow in the direction of the sound. I pull back and release my arrow, it pierces a squirrel, perfectly in its eye.
I pull out the arrow from its eye, and stuff the squirrel in my game bag. I keep walking quietly towards the fence, keeping an eye out for animals.
I wish Gale was with me, I miss his presence, and his humor. If he were with me now, we already would have our game bag full. Gale, in many ways was just like me, we shared olive skin, dark hair, and the typical seam gray eyes. To me, he was like an older brother, maybe more, maybe less, but nonetheless we were best friends. But now, he's gonna be in the games with Prim, my Prim. During his last goodbyes, he told me that he would do whatever he could to save Prim, for me. I walked out after he said that; mad at him for not letting me volunteer, and mad at myself for not volunteering.
My thoughts are interrupted by a sound coming from behind the tree I'm leaning against. I look around the tree, and I see two rabbits. Without a second thought, I release two arrows, each one aimed for each of the rabbits. Both arrows hit their mark, the eye of the bunnies.
I stuff the bunnies in my bag, and continue walking.
I arrive at the fence, and quietly crawl under it, keeping an eye out for peacekeepers.
I take the long route home, just so I can stop by the Hob, which is in the shadowy, illegal part of District 12.
Once I reach the Hob, I go straight to Greasy Sae. She's always been my best customer; she always buys the meat for her soups which she sells in the Hob.
"I got two rabbits," I show her.
She scans them and smiles at me, "I'll give you 20 coins for them," she offers.
She hands me the coins and points to the can she has on her counter. The can reads, Donations for the tributes of District 12.
I look at her puzzled, she laughs good naturedly and explains, "Just a fund that we can sponsor our tributes for." I look in the can to see it almost half way full.
I find myself smiling, and donating half of the coins I just earned.
"Thanks, it means a lot," I tell her.
"Don't thank me, thank Peeta Mellark," she replies.
