After our meeting with , we are told by Nancy that we are allowed to leave for home to show the Gladers our environments. We walk to my locker first, and I notice Theresa and Thomas looking at each other, but saying no words. I look a bit puzzled, and Newt seems to catch on.
"Oh, Don't worry about them two. Those buggin' freaks can speeak in each others minds." He says.
Thomas rolls his eyes. "We're not freaks." He turns to me. "We can speak telepathically."
Katniss scoffs. "And that doesn't qualify you as freaks?"
Theresa laughs and smiles genuinely. "I guess it does, but, please don't see us as that."
Minho rolls his eyes. "We already do."
Katniss, surprisingly, laughs. I look at Minho skeptically, wondering what he has that can make Katniss laugh that I don't have..
Katniss gets her stuff out of her locker, and we all walk to Katniss' house. She walks inside to tell her Mother first, and her mother starts to bake some food for the Gladers.
Frypan walks off to talk to about food. Katniss looks a bit puzzled.
Newt, obligingly, "He used to cook for us back in the bloody glade. The kid was a god-sent."
I look at Newt. "Seem's like you're the leader of the bunch then?"
Minho looks a bit upset. "No, that'd be me." I look from Newt to Minho. "How the heck did that work out?"
Newt rolls his eyes. "Well, our original leader died…well, suicide actually. Then one day we woke up with these buggin tattoos on our bloody necks." He jabs a thumb towards Minho. "His said Leader."
I nod. "Sounds cool."
Jack, for the first time, scoffs. "it's a shuckin mess that's what it is."
Katniss raises an eyebrow. "Shuckin?"
Theresa bursts out laughing, along with the rest. Aris steps forward. "Its some freakin language they have.."
I nod. "Nice. Well, in Twelve, we use words."
Minho crosses his arms. "We used words in the Glade."
comes back in, looking surprised. Frypan holds a platter of neatly arrayed sandwiches of some sort. The Gladers help themselves.
I stuff my hands in my pockets. "Well, Thomas, Newt, Minho, Winston. We best be off, Mother will not be happy to learn we have visitors."
I walk outside, but Katniss surprises me by following me. I turn around expectantly.
"Hey, Good luck. With them, I mean. I guess we'll see each other around?" She says shyly and coldly. I nod. "Guess so." I walk off with my group, towards the bakery.
We talk quietly, and I realize that we all have a lot in common. I find that Thomas has a thing for Theresa, and Minho seems to be the Ladies man. Newt is the outspoken glue. Winston doesn't talk much. I learn about their culture from the Glade, and pick up some new words..
Finally we arrive at the Bakery. I smell fresh bread baking, and peek my head through the door. I grin, happy to see my dad home and not my mother.
"Hey Dad, I need you to meet some friends." My father nods, taking off his apron and coming to the door.
He looks a bit surprised at the corrall of boys I've brought home. He looks to me for an explaination. I explain about the Maze Trials, and how they are finally done.
He nods and strokes his mustache. "Yes, I heard about those a while back. Thank goodness I was able to get to the cure for that Flare in time. Must've been hard for you boys. We saw you guys on a commercial on television a few times."
Minho nods. "Sweet."
My father also nods. "They can stay. Your mother will not be too happy though, as for your brothers, they definitely will be happy to have a change in scenery in this dump."
Thomas laughs. And we all walk inside. I show them up to the rooms they will be staying him. "ITs gonna be a little bit Cramped for a while.."
Newt nods obligingly. "That'll be fine, Peeta. We're used to harsh conditions."
Finally, my brothers get home from School. Heath, the oldest and one I share a room with, walks inside. He sits onto his bed and pulls out his books from school. I clear my throat.
Heath looks up, and his eyes nearly pop out of his head when he realizes I have company. "Peeta..?"
I sigh then explain to him. Heath smirks. "Interesting."
Minho sighs and reclines on Heaths favorite chair. "Dudes, I'm shuckin tired of all these changes." Thomas rolls. "Oh Minho, stop complaining."
Heath looks a bit upset. "Uh..what are you doing?"
Minho looks puzzled. "Takin a nap."
I cant help but snicker a bit. Heath stands up. "No. You guys are gonna have to pull your weight around here just like the rest of us. If you don't already know, our family owns the bakery down stairs. Peeta here will teach you how to frost cakes, and make cookies. I'll teach you about bread. John, our other brother, will teach you how to do..other stuff."
I sigh. "Well, lets get to work then."
Thomas seems engaged in another conversation. Minho kicks him in the shin and Thomas winces. "ow! What the shuck! I was talkin to Theresa."
Heath rolls his eyes at the use of Telepathy. "Just get to work.."
