Hello fellow Hunger Games lover. Here is the second chapter of Peeta's Story. I just hope that you actually like this story. My goal is make it exactly like the book, but in Peeta's POV. So, here it goes.
Disclaimer: I own nothing of the Hunger Games.
I can't believe it. I look down at my shoes while everyone else watches her. I can't bare to watch this little girl walk up to her death. This can't be happening. This girl is only twelve years old. I can't believe the Capitol allows things like this to happen. The Capitol has a twisted form of entertainment. Watching children kill each other on screen. I want to do something right now. I want to stop her from walking up that stage….but I just keep my eyes locked on the ground. Little Primrose...Katniss's little sister can't really be the one person out of thousands of slips to be selected… Then something both a blessing and a curse happens. Blessing: Primrose doesn't have to face death. Curse: now Katniss has to face death. I finally look up as Katniss frantically makes her way towards the stage crying out "Prim. Prim!" When Katniss reaches her, she sweeps her behind her as she gasps," I volunteer. I volunteer as tribute!"
I still can't believe what's happening. I feel like I'm living in one of my nightmares where the girl I love gets taken away from me before I get to tell her how I feel. As the mayor is telling Katniss she can come forward, Prim wraps her arms around her while shrieking for her not to go. Then I hear Katniss harshly tell her to let go. I can tell from where I'm standing that she wants to cry. I want to walk over there and tell them that everything going to be okay so badly. I hate seeing people upset even if they deserve to be upset, but these girls don't deserve to be upset which makes me very upset. Now I really want to get selected, I want to go in and protect her and make sure that she comes back home to her sister and I could…I could…what can I do? I'm nothing more than a baker's son, what can I do to protect her. She's better off going in with her best friend Gale… at least I think they're friends…they could be something more…I hope not. Then Gale comes from his group and picks Prim up and takes her to her mother, while Prim continues to scream. I look back to the stage even though I don't want to and see Haymitch talking to Katniss. I've stopped listening…I've stopped seeing the present. Instead I'm seeing the image of present Katniss morph into five year old Katniss. My father stands next to me and I'm just staring at Katniss bravely waiting in line next to her mother outside of school on the very first day.
That is how she is standing now. She stands there bravely waiting for the name of the boy tribute. I avert my glance to Effie as she walks over to the boy's glass ball. I'm really hoping Gale Hawthorne gets picked. From watching Gale and Katniss at the Hob, I can tell how much they mean to each other. I'm sure Gale would the perfect one to go in with her. I know for a fact that he would protect her…to make sure she comes home. Effie drops her hand in the ball and pulls out the first slip she touches. I watch her open the slip as if it is in slow motion. Please be Gale…..Please be Gale. "Peeta Mellark." Great…that's my name.
I look up at the stage and begin making my way. I feel everyone's eyes on me including Katniss's. I just continue looking straight ahead of me, but I can tell that people know I'm shocked by the look on their faces. When I get to the stage, I avoid looking at Katniss. Although I can feel her staring at me. I think she recognizes me from the Hob. From time to time, when my mom isn't around, I convince my dad to let me and Brody go to the Hob and sell stale bread for a cheaper price. This is the only thing I thought of to help the starving families. The bread we don't sale we're suppose to feed to the pigs when we get home, but I give it to the families that can't buy even the stale bread. When I'm at the Hob, sometimes I see Katniss and Gale trading game and plants. They never trade with me or Brody; they always trade with my dad for fresh bread.
The Mayor is now speaking of the Treaty of Treason and when he finishes he turns to face us. He motions for us to shake hands. I turn and face Katniss. This has to be the closest I've ever been to her. I look into her beautiful grey eyes and shake her hand. I suddenly feel a warmth in my hand run up my arm and spread through my chest. I feel like that term I heard people say when their nervous when you feel like there's butterflies in your stomach. Because of my nervousness, I feel my grip tighten around her hand and then I let go and face the crowd again while the anthem plays. How am I suppose to protect her against 22 other tributes. Apparently the odds aren't in my favor right now.
Their you go. I hope you like it. Please review. Tell me what you think about it so far. My goal right now is to update everyday, but I'll see how that goes.
~ secretTHGluver ~