Sorry it took so long to update! I thought I should update it for New Years. I really can't wait til Catching Fire comes out! They have finished filming it! Anyway Happy New Years! Enjoy!
After we shake hands we are taken to separate rooms in the Justice Building. Even if I tried, there would be no way I could escape. Peacekeepers surround me. I am shown to a small room down the hallway. It has a couch and a little table with a lamp on it. I wait impatiently for my family to visit. What if they don't even care enough to come? Surely my father does at least. My last moments here slowly tick by as I wait. I can't sit still anymore. I stand up and pace the room. Tomorrow I will be in the capitol. I believe they have the tribute parade two nights after the reaping. That means it will be tomorrow night. Then there is training. I forget how long that last. They never taught us in school of what it consist of. There are interviews about a week later, the day before the games. I will have this time to get Katniss to trust me, and this time to live.
Someone bust opens the door. My mother and father come in the room. My father's face is red. He engulfs me in a hug. I hold on, for it will be my last. "Thank you," I whisper. I turn to my mother and offer her a hug. She doesn't allow me to. "District twelve might actually have a winner this year." MY mother is actually confident in me. She has never encouraged me in anyway before. The most she ever does for me is complimenting my bread, if I'm lucky. A smile spreads on to my face, through my tears. "She's a fighter, that one," my mother continues. I frown. Of course she wasn't talking about me. Why would my mother who never cared about me one bit think I could win, or even want me to? My dad shoots her a look.
"You are strong, Peeta." My father comforts me. I blink fast to keep my tears from coming out. "You can win. Be smart." He gives me another hug. "I won't be able to win," I say softly. "Sure you will." He is now crying softly. "No, I couldn't live without her." He knows I am talking about Katniss. He knows everything about how much I like Katniss. He was the one who first pointed her out to me on my first day of kindergarten. I remember that day. Her hair was in two braids instead of one and she wore a red plaid dress. We continue crying and hugging together as my mother just stands and admires the mahogany the table is made out of. "Times up," A peacekeeper interrupts us. "I love you," my father says as his last words to me. "Good bye," is all that my mother says before they are rushed out of the room.
My next visitor is someone I leased expected. Gale Hawthorne. He sits down. "Hey, Peeta. Can you do me a favor?" What could he want? I am not going to do anything for him. "I know this is a lot to ask for you, but could you please," he pauses. "I can't believe I'm asking you this. You're probably going to think I'm the most selfish guy in the world." He freezes. "What?" I ask him anxiously. "Could you please help Katniss win?" He looks ashamed right after he says it. I nod my head. "Yes. I'll do it." I tell him. "Oh my gosh, Peeta. You don't know how much this means to me. Her family. They just couldn't survive without her. You don't understand she provides them with all their food. They won't be able to live without her." He explains. "I know. Don't tell anyone this okay, but I have had the biggest crush on her since kindergarten," I regret telling him. "She is an amazing girl," is all he says back. "Thank you," he says before being forced to leave.
Sorry it was so short!