Five years ago, I saw the girl, that I had loved ever since I was five years old, practically dead, sitting at the roots of one of our trees.
My mother had been screeching at her to get out of our trash and that she might call the peacekeepers.
Then we went back inside, and I deliberately burned two loaves of bread and got smacked with a rolling pin just so that I could help my true love live. I'm so proud of myself.
She told me to give it to the pigs, and I did. She didn't say how much of it, so I only gave a little to the pigs. I made sure the coast was clear, and when it was, I tossed the full loaf and the remainder of the second to Katniss. Then I went back inside. I hadn't even talked to her.
I've regretted that action for a while now. Oh well, I guess I'll get to talk to her now since we're tributes together.
I hadn't realized it, but the mayor had finished the Treaty of Treason without my knowing that he was even reading it. We shook hands again and were then taken into custody.