Peeta's POV
"You need to start filling out college forms." My dad said after my mom had left the dinner table. I just rolled my eyes, I was so tired of this conversation. But my dad wanted better for me than what he had. He wanted me to get away from District 12 and get an education, see all of Panem and not come back to a poor mining town, only to be a baker at a small bakery.
"What about mom? You know how she feels about me going off to college." My mother, I think hates me. My two older brothers were her favorites. I came along, after she decided she was done having kids. She had no problem with them going off to school, or have any problem when they brought less than desirable women home and then decided to come back and live with them, when they screwed up their lives. No, she let them do whatever they wanted, and took everything out on me.
"Forget about your mother, you're going to go. I've been saving money for you for years. I want you to go. You deserve to make something for your life." I knew that he wanted me to go bad but I didn't know that he had been saving for it. My mom did the finances in our household, heck, she wore the pants in the family. So for my father to go completely behind her back, I knew that I would have to do this, if not for me, then for him.
"Fine." I said, "but let me think on which ones, I still have the rest of this year." I was in my second month of my senior year of high school. That would give me enough time to find a school that I would like. Even though, the thought of living in District 12 for the rest of my life and being a baker didn't sound so bad, if I could have the one thing in my life that made my day brighter, just seeing the owner of the chocolate brown braid at school made me sigh with happiness. If only it weren't so difficult.
