After Prim and I finish baking the cheese buns, we head out towards her house. As we walk she speaks up.

"Okay. Now it's my turn to ask you questions: an interview. Is that alright?" she asks me. "Yeah, kiddo. Ask away." I reply. She smiles at me. "Okay," she continues. "ummm… what do you like to do with your spare time?"

I am fairly surprised at this question because I think she would know by now. "I like to paint, bake, draw, and hang out with other Victor's little sisters." I reply. She giggles at this. "Okay. I knew that was an easy one but your fairly hard to be asked questions." I smirk at this.

"Alright. Question number 2: Do you like sunsets or sunrise?" Prim asks. I consider this a while before answering. Luckily for me, Prim is a patient person, so unlike Katniss.

"I like both. The sunrise promises a new day full of no mistakes, but the sunset is a sign that the old day has passed with a new one on the way for us to have a fresh start and a new beginning." I answer.

Prim looks like she is in a trance, then she comes back to earth. "Wow that was a really good answer." She says. "Okay. Next and final question. Do you…." She trails off and looks straight ahead. I can't really meet her gaze yet and then I see it. There two girls all dressed up in pink frilly dresses with high heels. They look so out of place here in District 12. Especially with their beyond curly orange hair and pink and blonde streaks in it.

Prim looks annoyed, a quality that I never thought she had. "Oh look... something wicked comes this way." She says in a bored voice as the girls come towards us.

When the girls come closer they are about the same age as her, but they have backloads of make up on their faces, while Prim has natural beauty. And she STILL looks prettier than them. Prim is also taller than them by about a head.

They come close and squeal in delight as if now noticing who I am. "OH MY GOD!" screams the red head. MY eardrum practically vibrates. "You're PEETA MELLARK!" Yells the other one with blonde streaks. Prim doesn't move a bit. She seems a little irritated though.

"Prim! Don't you want to introduce us?" purrs the red head. Prim looks bored. "Not really.." she replies, and I smirk which makes her smile.

"PRIM!" they both yell simultaneously, maybe shocked that she could be this way, because I sure am: but pleasantly shocked.

Prim gives a big sigh and gives in. "Alright, alright! Peeta the red head is Larana and the blonde streaks is Liberta. They just moved here from District 1." Then she turns her attention to them. "And piece of advice, loose the get up around here."

They almost seem to glare at her but put on their biggest smiles.

"Hi, it's very nice to meet you girls." I say pleasantly. They scream again and Prim looks like she is about to vomit. "You are soooooo sweet! And way cuter in person!" They say.

"Oh, umm thanks I guess..." I say a little bashful.

Larana speaks up. "So listen." She comes way close to me and makes me uncomfortable. "If this Katniss thing doesn't work out, you can always call…" she starts. But Prim has apparently had enough!

"Okay! THAT IS IT! Look he is ENGAGED you diddle-heads! Why in Panem would he want to call you! Also he is like twice your age! So get this in your frilly pink brains. LAY OFF! Lay off of me! Lay off of Peeta! And lay off of my friends and everyone at school! And if you don't understand that, then maybe you should get back to District 1 where insolent little pink pets belong! Now shoo!" Prim looks outraged. But not as angry as the 'diddle-heads' here. They storm off, but leave me a wink for good measure.

I am somewhat stunned that Prim could be that mean, but before I say anything we continue to walk and she speaks up. "Sorry Peeta! That was a little uncalled for but they just make everyone so angry and especially me! Once they knocked down Greasy Sea's granddaughter for not knowing where she was going! I confronted them and they were all 'We own this place now so back off looser!' And they were just nice because you were there!" she exclaims.

I, for the first time in my life, do not know what to say. "um. I'm sorry Prim. I-" I start but she cuts me off. "No. It's okay Peeta. I shouldn't have brought this all down. Oh forget them." She replies calmly and we walk the rest of the way home.