Hello again to anyone reading this. It's friday so yay update! Sorry that this chapter is so short, really really short but I'm promising you that they are going to be at least 2,000 words from here on out i just wanted a little piece of the story to update after the prologue. As always reviews are amazing and very helpful, I love some good constructive criticism and if anyone has any input feel free to share. Well anyway who wants to listen to me ramble aha happy reading!

DISCLAIMER: all the wonderful ideas in this story are those of Suzzane Collins

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The only sound I can hear is forks hitting the plate, some dinner guests. Delly insisted we invite them over for a "home coming party", and I held my tongue and didn't comment what home, there isn't anything to come back to. That would have just made her upset. I guess I'm used to Delly's over the top niceness by now, since I have been living with her for 2 months, not counting the time we lived in thirteen.

"So Mr. Abernathy, how are your geese doing" Delly forces conversation. I glance at the man the question was directed towards, he looks tired and his gray eyes look lifeless.

"Just dandy" he sits back in his chair and puts the cup of white liquor up to his lips, a smirk on his face. "Where did you come from" he barks at me it catches me off guard. "No one from around here looks like that".

Well that was rude, so much for polite dinner guests. "I was rescued from two, Delly convinced the leader in thirteen to let me come here with her" I reply.

"So you just left your family, ha" he laughs.

"Well they're probably dead so I don't know how I could manage to get them here" I drop my fork on my plate a little too loud.

"Figures, everyone who's not dead is crazy, well except for me I'm as sound as a, as a, what was that saying again" his voice turns into a mumble. I keep myself from rolling my eyes Delly wouldn't approve and I feel sorry for Haymitch. We all sit in an uncomfortable silence until Delly pipes up "Who would like some more of this amazing bread that Peeta made" she glances at what's left of district twelve's "star crossed lovers". He doesn't even try to smile at the complement he just pushes his peas around on his plate. I do feel sorry for him though it must be hard going back to your home where you grew up to find it gone. He looks absolutely depressed, but what am I going to do about it.

"You really do have a gift this bread is fantastic" I try to conjure up my inner Delly. This seems to work as he lifts his head up there you go. "Thank you uh hmm" he tries to rack his brain for my name.

"Laurel" I help him out. Haymitch bursts into a laugh, I don't know why though it's probably just the alcohol.

"Well dress me up and paint me purple" he cackles "green eyes over there got the boy to laugh, ha". Before I know what's going on I know I'm blushing. This is not a good idea, I have bigger problems in my life without Mr. Sad and Lonely and handsome and- stop it Laurel enough.

"This is just perfect" Delly trills "Now you have someone to keep you company while I'm working on the plans for the new justice building". When he hears this Haymitch almost falls out of his chair after spitting out his drink.

"So let me get this straight green eyes is going to be the boy's new playmate" he fails in his attempt to compose himself.

"Well I think it sounds good to me" I didn't just say that, no.

"Peeta, what do you think" Delly turns to Peeta.

"Well, I don't really have anything else to do, do I" he mumbles. Who knows what I have just gotten myself into, only one way to find out. I ponder that as I begin to push my peas around my plate too, the sound of Haymitch's drunken laughter in the background.