A/N: Ok I decided to be nice and update even though I don't have my 5 reviews but can I please get some more? I just want to know that people actually lie this story and I know it's kinda slow at the mo but I promise it gets better :P xxx (Italics are thoughts/Memories/ sometimes dreams)

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'My boy with the bread'

This morning was the first time I had spoken to Peeta Mellark in 4 years...

It was one of the worst winters we'd had in a while; all the game was hiding away underground, hibernating to avoid the harsh weather, so it wasn't easy to hunt. All the plants had died or put away their flowers and fruits until the spring. The only food we had eaten for three days was some old dried mint leaves I had found in the back of the cupboard. The honest truth was we were starving to death. On this particular morning the icy rain was falling heavily, not even my father's old hunting jacket couldn't protect me. We were so short of money and food I was trying desperately to find someone to buy some of Prim's old baby stuff but no one would take it. I was so upset and stressed I dropped the whole basket into a muddy puddle; now there was no way anyone would buy them.

I was stumbling along the back of town now, trying desperately not to trip over my feet, which were already failing me. I was torturing myself really, for I could smell the delicious meat from the butchers, the luscious meals cooking in the homes of town residents and, at the end of the street, the most wonderful aromas coming from the bakery. Freshly bakes breads of all variety, cakes, cookies and pastries taunting me.

Stealing was punishable by death but I had often gone through the bins of the richer town folk. I could see the bakery bins out back; no one was around. I double checked I was alone before I had sprinted out only to find... they were empty. All hope I had was lost in that moment. I didn't realize I had been standing there for a few minutes until the baker's wife came storming through the door pointing her long accusing finger at me.

"WHAT IN THE WORLD DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?! GET AWAY FROM HERE YOU SEAM TRASH, GO ON, SHOO!"

I ran with my last once of strength to slump against a tree not far away. If I had the energy I may have laughed at the way she told me to 'shoo'; as If I was some kind of nasty vermin. I heard her storm back inside and then a lot of shouting began. I couldn't make out what she was saying but I definitely heard the sound of a crash and a painful impact. I was too tired and too distracted to worry about it though.

I accepted my fate; I was going to die. I could feel it; there was no way I could get up again.

That's when I saw him.

A blonde haired boy, about my age, coming out the back of the bakery. He walked towards the pig pen not too far away from me. I realised I knew him... yes; we went to school together, what was his name again?

"PEETA! YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT, GET YOUR SORRY ASS IN HERE AND TRY NOT TO BURN THE BREAD THIS TIME"

Oh yeah. Peeta.

He turned towards the bakery and I saw an angry, red welt on his right cheekbone. Had that been what the noise I heard was? My parents had never hit us... I wondered what she had hit him with.

He looked as though he were about to turn back towards the pig pen but he twisted all the way around still not looking at me though. Peeta took one look back at the bakery as if checking the coast was clear and threw two loaves of bread in my direction.

I was so confused; they couldn't possibly be for me, but there was no one else around.

I decided not to question it and stood up, shoved the loaves under my jacket to protect them even though they were still hot and burning my skin, and ran away from town towards the seam as fast as I could.

Mother, Prim and I had a feast of bread that night, eating an entire loaf of the raisin and nut filled heaven with warm tea. We managed to make the second loaf last two weeks, by which time our monthly tesserae had arrived.

Peeta Mellark had saved my life.

Peeta Mellark had saved my life and that was something I wouldn't forget easily.

I had yet to thank him though. It was so terrible of me to have never interacted with him since that day. Never said hello, never smiled at him; only awkwardly looked away whenever our eyes would meet. I should say something; I just don't know what to say to the boy who saved my life. Almost five years ago too. It would seem strange to just come out and thank him now, but I should.

The next time I see Peeta Mellark, I will thank him for giving me that bread all those years ago. For being my boy with the bread.

I have the next chapter waiting, it's up to you guys when you get it ;)

And please do check out my new one shot of Peeta's experience in the Capitol :) xxx