AN: This will be my first Fanfiction with The Hunger Games. Please enjoy. Oh there will be genderbend character, and the victim is Peeta Mellark. May the odds be ever in your favor.
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Peeta POV:
The oldest memory I have back in District 12 is when I was seven years old. I was at my father's bakery decorating some cupcakes when a young women with a peacekeeper and her child.
"Um, can I help with you ma'am." I said in a quiet and hoping she heard my voice.
"Yes, you can little lady, my wife wants to buy one of your family's cakes." The peacekeeper replay in stern voice; I flinch a little it because I was always afraid of peacekeeper.
"Alright, what type of cake does she want?" I ask as I grab a pencil and some paper.
"To be honest I don't, do you have samples I can try?" The lady asks as she looks down.
"Yes, we do have some samples." I said as I walk in the back taking some sample cakes.
"Here you go we have: Angel Food's Cake, Devil's Food Cakes, Red Velvet Cake, and lastly Molten Cake." I said as I place the cakes down the row. The woman walked down the row, sampling them all; she likes the molten cake the most.
"This last cake is delicious. Who made this one?" Madam asks as she places the fork down.
"I did." I said with heat racing to my face; as I look down to my hands.
"You must be joking. How old are you?" Madam asks.
"I'm only seven years old, Madam." I answer back as I start to play with my hands.
"Look, Cato, she's only two years younger than you." Miss said with smile talking to her son. I look at him he was taller than me already, he has striking blue eyes, and spike blonde hair at least from the front, and he somewhat tanner than me. I took a big gulp.
"Who do you want make this cake out to," As I try to switch the topic.
"Oh yes, you can make to Madeline Striker." The madam said.
"Okay. What is the house that this cake will be addressed to? How big do you want the cake to be?" I ask, continuing to write more information down, "Also, when do you want the cake to be delivered?"
"We are from the District two, but I will send an avox come pick up and make sure you come along as well miss, because I want introduce you to my friends. Wear your finest clothes. Also, I want it due next Monday," The madam said as she took Cato's hand and left the bakery.
"Nice job, Peeta." My father said as he pat my back.
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AN: Alright guys, I'll let you decide whether or not to continue on this story.