Once I got to school I steered clear of Katniss Everdeen. Over the years I knew where she would normally be at all times. We did not have any classes together, which on a normal day would make me disappointed. But no, today was not a normal day; two days ago I did something which she must hate me for. I threw bread at her! The girl I have been in love with for six years now, got bread thrown at her, by me! I feel so bad about it. Maybe I should say sorry though. She might accept it then we could be friends. That's what I will do, I will find her, say sorry, then everything will either go back to normal, or even might be better. I trudge down the grey hallways. I had math next, but I had a small break in between. So I went to her next class, I was just about to stop her, when that sense of shyness hit me over the head. It happens whenever I'm close to her. I get up the nerve to talk over, but then all the words that I had thought of disappear. I turn into the next classroom, which is the choir room. Memories from that first day hit me like a ton of bricks. I just stand there for a few moments, remembering the first time I saw her. The colour of the room has never changed. It's always been this lovely colour of orange. Not to bright. Just like a sunset. From this point on I know it will be my favourite colour. Well I guess the world does not stop when you're thinking, because there is the tap on my shoulder, it's the choir teacher explaining I'm late for class. She looks older now, she has never really been the same since her Son had died in the Hunger Games, I felt so bad for her. I wonder what it would be like to be put into a death tournament. I wonder what would happen with me parents and friends. I already know that I would never survive. So I hope that the odds will stay in my favour. As I leave the school I notice Katniss is just across the field from me. I watch her for a few moments, and then her gaze goes to me. I wanted to keep it there, maybe even cross over the field and talk to her. But the wave of shyness hits, I try to fight it, but I know its winning. I duck my head down. Then lift it once again, but now Katniss is looking away from me. She is looking down, which is not a good sign. I want to keep watching her, but my brother is calling my name so I know I have to go. The last image I have of Katniss is her picking up a dandelion.
The next day we don't have school. I spend it with my father as he teaches me the final steps of cake decorating. I'm done before noon. So I decide to play with my chalk, maybe even go try to find Delly. I am always wondered if I could have the same feelings I have for Katniss with Delly, but I don't think I could ever. I wish I could though. It would be so much easier. But I could never do that. I decide not to find Delly. Just to do it alone. So I'm almost done when I see Prim running over. She does not see me yet, so I try and hide, because I know if there is a Prim, there is a Katniss. I'm hiding near the bakery when I see Katniss walk over; she looks at the chalk for a few moments then grabs Prims and walks away. Both carrying a bucket of dandelions.
Two months go by. It's May 8th. I'm tempted to give Katniss this card I made her. But I don't and end up putting it in my bag, where is will stay. I do think I should go say Happy Birthday, when I see him. Gale Hawthorne. He is older than me by two years. Standing near Katniss. I can tell he is saying something under his breath. I just can't make out what. I stand there totally shocked as they walk out together. It takes a minute for me to understand what is going on. I chase after them. I want to start following them. But I know that is not a good idea. So I find my brothers and try to forget about Katniss Everdeen. It's hard though, especially since right before I turn, I see her and Gale slipping under the fence of district thirteen. So once I am home I almost throw the cake I'm frosting. I'm furious. No I'm jealous. I just wish I could do something. I could never win against Gale! He is taller and older than me. How could I even compete? I guess I will just have to try to find someone else. Which I do try. I notice almost every girl. But the only things I like about them are things they have in common with Katniss. Like black hair, grey eyes, they can sing, not as well as Katniss, but can sing a little, have a little sister, put their hair in a braid. I knew I could never be happily married. So I guess I will just do what my father did. Gave up, and then found some woman to try and tie over the pain with. But for some reason, I don't want to give up. I want Katniss Everdeen to know me; I want Katniss Everdeen to be mine.