Hallo my dears! Chapter 3! So now they are on their way to the Mellark's! Waiting for Peeta to show up? Wait patiently :3 Now, enjoy my dears~!

Katniss' POV

Chapter 3:

With that said and done; Prim, my mother and I all headed off for the Mellark's, Lady and Buttercup included. It was a tad quiet on the way there at the very beginning. Some part of us all wanted to go back home and blow the whole thing off. That was all of me, probably half of Prim and a quarter of Mother. Maybe it was all of Prim too but Mother seemed like the one who was forcing us out of our own home. How nice.

Mother was carrying her belongings, Prim's added on. Prim was leading Lady the way with buttercup on her tail. I couldn't help but notice that some of Prim's tucked in shirt was sticking out slightly in the back, like a little duck tail. I smirked softly. Prim…

"Are you two excited?" Mother asked us, snapping Prim and I out of our thoughts.

I looked up at my mother, raising my eyebrows the slightest bit. How can we be excited for moving in to some random person's house that only my mother really knows? I have no idea who the Mellark's truly are but apparently my mother knows who Mr. Mellark is, surprisingly enough.

I could tell you that I was not excited in the least, plain and simple.

I wanted to go back home and put on my hunting boots. Then I would go to the woods and either hunt or relax by the little lake my father used to take me to. That was all I was asking for right now, was it seriously too much to ask for? Apparently to my mother, it was. In my eyes that is.

"I think so!" Prim exclaimed, looking up at my mother with a smile on her face. Mother smiled back at her, just like I would have.

"That's good! I am sure we'll love it here!" Mother explained. It was like she was trying to convince herself really.

I sighed, looking over my shoulder to see we were far away from our home now. "When will we be there?" I asked my mother, asking the question that was itching to be answered.

"In a minute actually. I didn't think we would be moving this fast!" Mother exclaimed, acting surprised. Maybe she was truly surprised but she didn't really seem surprised in my opinion.

I could feel eyes on us, hear the whispers. I closed my eyes slowly, feeling my blood boil. I always did hate it when people started staring at me, whispering about me. Never did like it and never will.

I kept my eyes on my feet, staring at my feet as they walked. Personally, I didn't care what the people were saying or doing, all I really wanted was to get to the Mellark's place and move in oddly enough. I just wanted to sleep, wanted to forget about everything. Maybe I was really dreaming and this was all a nightmare. Maybe my dad really isn't dead and this is just a horrible nightmare. Maybe…

"We're here!" Mother exclaimed, making me look up. I looked up at the house, noticing it was the bakery. Why did this place seem so familiar…?

Mother walked up the few front steps, opening up the door to the bakery. She looked over her shoulder at Prim and I, smiling softly. "Come on! Leave Lady out here Prim, make sure you leave her somewhere she won't run off."

Prim nodded, tying lady up to the nearest trash can. I nodded shortly after she did, letting her go up the steps before me. I followed my little sister, letting the door close behind me.

The bakery smelled delicious. It smelled like fresh bread, a heavenly scent at the moment. Now I was really craving for some bread…

"Greg!" Mother called out to what seemed like an empty bakery. I assumed Greg was Mr. Mellark.

In mere seconds, a man came out of the heart of the bakery was my guess. He reminded me of someone…I just couldn't put my finger on it.

"Lily! You ladies got here quick!" Mr. Mellark exclaimed, a smile now on his lips.

Mother nodded, smiling as well. "Yes, we didn't want to waste time!" Mother exclaimed, still smiling.

Greg chuckled, setting down a towel he had been using to wipe off his hands. He walked up to us, still smiling. He stopped in front of me, leaning down to my height. "Is this Katniss?" Mr. Mellark asked, raising his pale eyebrow.

Mother nodded. "That is Katniss! This one here is-," Mother started but was cut off by Mr. Mellark.

"Prim," he finished for her. Mother nodded, still smiling. It shocked me to see her smile, it really did.

"Well, this is splendid! I am Mr. Mellark, my first name being Greg. You can call me whichever one you prefer really, I don't mind," Mr. Mellark noted, standing back up to his full height. He seemed to be eyeing me…making me feel really uncomfortable. Did I do something? Already?

Mother opened her mouth to say something but was cut off for the second time today by a voice that was unfamiliar to my hears, or actually, wasn't. It seemed familiar, but not that familiar.

"GREGORY!" I heard, stomping occurring seconds later. A woman entered the room, not the nicest looking woman either. She looked mean, downright mean. This is just great.

She stopped in her tracks, confused at the sight of us. "Lily?" she asked, recognizing my mother. Mother nodded, confirming the woman's suspicions.

"Hello Mary, long time no see," Mother announced, seeming to have to force a smile. Mary gave her a smile, but it didn't look sweet.

"What exactly are you doing here? Not that I mind…" she trailed off, glaring at me. Did I seriously do something! Am I wanted or what?

"Your husband is letting us move in with you, we have nowhere to go and need to find a new home," Mother said calmly. The woman is married to Mr. Mellark, being Mrs. Mellark. Boy do I feel sorry for him.

"WHAT?" Mrs. Mellark exclaimed, glaring at Mr. Mellark now. "Not that I mind…I just didn't know this fabulous news until now…"

"Sorry Mary. They need a place to stay," Mr. Mellark pleaded. Mrs. Mellark huffed, mumbling something underneath her breath. Mr. Mellark rolled his blue like orbs the slightest bit, turning his attention back to us. "Well, I think it is time you meet the boys. Richard! Jaimie! Peeta!"

The first one to appear in the room was tall in my opinion, barely looking anything like his father. The next one to come in looked partially like his father but at the same time, he didn't. I was going to have to examine them later. Where is the other one?

Finally, the last boy came in, looking down at his shoes for a second. He was covered in flour just like his older brothers were. I assumed he was the youngest since he was the shortest. Oddly enough, he looked my age and…he looked so familiar. Then it clicked, a gasp escaping past my lips when he looked up.

The boy with the bread…

Well? Who is the boy? (Please tell me you know this, please.) Alright, I shall work on chapter four and get it up soon! I have to work on other stories too so please be patient and work with me! I hope you all liked this! Type me up a review and I shall see you all with chapter four~! Danke my dears~!

~Lovely Kacey Faith