Fire Daisies

This story is not part of Panem High.

Peeta and Katniss are 11 right now.

Katniss' POV

A season later (winter)

The family is struggling.

It's cold, and I have no game to hunt for 'cause all those animals are sleeping for the season. I've attempted to create a controlled fire in the middle of the house, but that didn't work out. The only thing I don't tell Mom and Prim is that I'm actually really warm. Just stealing a glance at the dried-up fire daisy in my room makes me burn all over again.

Our only choice is to go into Town and buy food. Since we don't have any money, Mom gave me some baby clothes to sell. I don't know why anyone would want messily hemmed homemade baby clothes, but hopefully there'd be a desperate pregnant Seam woman around here.

I may be warm, but I was starving to the pit of my stomach.

So I pulled on my only jacket and headed out to the houses I knew had women inside. Being rejected over and over again, I went to scrounging in the dumps. When I got to the bakery, I hoped Peeta wasn't watching me. I was picking through their scraps when his mother came out and yelled horrible things about me.

My hunger, cold, and extremely offended and hurt feelings all together?

I thought I was going to die right then and there.

Then I heard something sizzling, and a large blow. Then that witch's horrible nagging, not at me. Something about burnt bread. And then beautiful Peeta, with a large bruise on the side of his face. My eyes widened. He could tell everyone at school...

A loaf of warm but burnt bread was in his hands.

I licked my chapped lips hungrily. Seeing Peeta made me a bit warmer, but not warm enough. He broke the bread and threw it somewhere to the pigs, and looked at me.

"Katniss." He knew I was here from the start, and took a beating for me.

I know this is different from the book. This is my fluffy version.

I couldn't say anything. He ran towards me in only his shirt, pants, and apron.

"Katniss! Are you okay?" He wrapped his warm arms around me.

Now I was warm.

I shook my head no. He gave me the last of the bread.

"I have to go," I whimpered weakly, and staggered off into the blizzard, towards my house, with enough to feed my family.

Thank you, Peeta.

Thank you...

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Next chapter is a huge time skip, into Post-Mockingjay.

Two more chapters to go!