Hey! Just to let you know, I am a team Peeta fan. But I love Gale too! Also the 'title' at the beginning of my last chapter was the working title for this story and I forgot to change it when I uploaded this to the site. This chapter is hopefully going to be funnier than the last. So without further ado, here is chapter 2 (it rhymes ha ha)!

Chapter 2: part 1 (part a)

I don't know how she had done it. Years ago, after I had given her the bread, Katniss began to hunt in the woods. After a time of doing it on her own, she met Gale. Soon enough they became a team.

It's funny how I knew that, but she had never told me how she had gotten her weapons under the fence the first time she had tried to hunt. Maybe she shoved them under or threw them over.

Okay, she couldn't have thrown them over. I should know that much. Just imagine all those flying arrows going over the fence out of District 12! Those arrows would be as plain to see as Effie's rainbow colored wig on a sunny day (and believe me, you don't ever want to see that ugly wig!)! I bet everyone in District 12 would have noticed, and the officials would have had to punish her.

The space was probably too small at the time she had hunted. That must mean that she had to have made her own weapons in the forest. That must have been hard to do that, but she was desperate at the time. That was obviously talent. Me? I have no such talent.

See, I'm trying to get through the fence just like Gale and Katniss always do, but it's harder while carrying my bow and arrows. I guess I don't really need my new weapons, but this is Gale I'm meeting today. Ever since the recent Hunger Games, he's been giving me these death glares. It's like he wanted me to die in the Hunger Games! So I have to defend myself.

Not only did I bring the bow and arrows, but I brought some knives that I had found in my house. They probably wouldn't help me that much. I had a steak knife at home, but I thought that would be too lethal. Instead, I thought I'd bring all the butter knives I owned. That didn't work out too well. Only three fit in my belt, so I just had to deal with those.

Butter knives can be harmful! My brother had cut himself with one while spreading butter on his bread. He screamed and cried for ten minutes. I didn't see the damage it did, but it must have hurt if he was screaming. Or he could have just been a wimp.

Anyway, I have no idea how to get to the other side. Maybe I should slide my equipment under the fence first, and then I could crawl under. Yea, that could work. Quickly and swiftly, I shove the arrows through the opening. Next the arrows go through. Once the equipment is safely on the other side, I try to get through.

My father always told me that I had a good stature. I guess he also said that having broad shoulders was a good thing too. It's good for other situations, but not for mine at the moment. Now I was stuck under the stupid fence. My luck, it's just my luck. If an official finds me here, I'm a dead man. I struggle and strain, but it does no good, I'm still stuck.

I look above me. The first lights are just beginning to come to the sky. Maybe Gale will help me. He hates me, but he'd have to get through the fence sometime! Ha! If I stay here until tomorrow, then he'll have to help me. Tomorrow is Sunday after all. I smile to myself. Maybe Katniss will come. She won't leave me here, even if it is for her own selfish needs.

I hear shuffling behind me. They don't sound like hunting boots, so it can't be Katniss or Gale. It must be an official. No, no, no! It can't be! Ok so my brother's getting my paintbrush, Katniss gets my bow and arrows, Gale … he can get my old stuffed bear named Fluffy. Darn! My family is going to have to leave the mansion! Haymitch can get my pencil sharpener...

The shuffling gets louder. I have no choice. He may leave me alone if I… no, it's too risky, but I'll have to try. Ok, here it goes…

"Darkness… so… much… darkness, can't see the light! Breath… slowing… can't see"-

"Shut up Peeta! Do you want to get us killed?"

I recognize that voice. It's Haymitch. I sigh in relief. I guess I'll have to save my performance for another day.

He helps me out of the fence. Or he tries to anyway. His coaching hardly helps, and he pulls on my legs, which really does nothing for me. Then, I hear a rip.

"Hey, I found out what the problem is, Peeta. Your shirt is caught in the fence. It's deep in the shirt. I don't think I'll be able to get you out of the fence with your shirt on."

"What!"

I can't take off my shirt. The wind is biting my skin. I feel the fence scratch my neck as I struggle to get out its death grip. I have to take off my shirt, but now the wire had dug deeper into the shirt. I pull at the shirt and the wire digs into my skin. There's nothing I can do. I need medical help.

"Haymitch, go get Prim or her mom!" I wince in pain. "Now!"

I had to end it there, make it a little suspenseful. I know it's kind of confusing because its like part 1, then part a. I can explain that. You see, last night, I spent 2 hours writing the rest of the chapter. This was like, one-third of it. But after I finished the whole chapter, MY COMPUTER DELETED THE REST OF THE CHAPTER! So I have to write the rest of it as soon as I can. Don't worry! I wrote down notes of what I had done in the rest of the chapter. It'll be more improved than it would have been! : ) So, I see it as a blessing to make it better! Anyway, I want this to be a comedy so badly. Sadly, some of it will be somewhat serious, so now its like an adventure, but the last part of this chapter is like a drama or suspense. Sorry. Oh and the next part will be part b of part 1 (or whatever). Anyway, please review and tell me what I could do to make this better! : D