Hey! It's great to know that everyone likes this story(: It was originally supposed to be a one shot, but this chapter just sort of…came to me. So, enjoy, and don't hesitate to review if you want more!

P.S. Yes, I know Peeta and Katniss's families are supposed to be dead, but I don't like it when people die…so I kept them alive(:

At about 8:30, I finally rolled out of bed, pulled on some rumpled flannel pants, and decided I was hungry. "I'm going to the dining room for breakfast. Are you coming?" I asked Katniss. She grunted, rolled over, and pulled the blankets over her head. I hadn't said any more in fear of getting a pillow thrown at my face.

I stumbled into the dining room only to find everyone else already there, stuffing their faces. As I sat down at a chair and shoveled a forkful of cheese and mushroom omelet in my mouth, my oldest brother, Rye, finally spoke.

"Nice to see you got some back last night, little Peety!" He snickered when I started choking on my food. How in the-

"I mean, it's obvious," my other brother, Eddy, was laughing. "You're usually up before the sun to bake until it's time to go to school, and this morning you roll in at 8:30? Gimme a break, little Peety!" Him and Rye were still laughing, the righteous bastards of brothers they were. It was then that Effie cleared her throat loudly and suggested that District 4's ocean views were just splendid.

"And these omelets, aren't they just wonderful!" Effie continued on as she scrambled to piece back together what had once been a not at all awkward breakfast. But, alas, all of her efforts were diminished when I scratched my back under my t-shirt and yelped from the sudden pain. I sprang up, confused, and holding up my t-shirt, turned my back to the table in the effort to get a better view. It was then that I saw the angry red scratch marks down my back. Oh, shit. Those are from…and everyone just saw…oh, shit.

"I see Kat-piss finally lived up to her name!" Haymitch roars, being the incoherent bastard that he is. My brothers were practically in hysterics by now. And poor innocent-minded little Prim…Mrs. Everdeen probably wants to slap me at the moment. Oh, God. My mother.

"PEETA!" she shrieks, and I recoil like I've been slapped. This is not going to go well. "I want to have a word with that little skank!" She parades out of the room. I honestly feel sorry for Katniss, but I want nothing to do with that situation right now. Me, the wimpy pansy-ass Mama's suck-up. In efforts to scramble up the last bits of dignity I have left, I sit down and take one more measly attempt at conversation.

"Wow, I'm really thirsty for-"

"Lemme guess, either milk or orange juice." Smirks Rye.

"Milk says you got head, orange juice says you got it in." Eddy cuts in. I then proceed to spit the orange juice I had been gulping down all over and now soaking wet Johanna Mason. She looks at me, then down at her sticky wet figure, then at me again. She picks up a soggy plate of bacon and dumps it down my shirt before retreating to her room to shower.

Maybe Haymitch was right when he decided alcohol was the way to go.