Raindrops begin to trickle down my window. Summer rain. It is my favourite type of rain, I love going into the woods, feeling the the sun on my skin, but also the feeling of the warm droplets splattering on my face. I love the way the light reflects of the rain turns the woods into a shimmering rainbow. I love strangeness of standing in a rainstorm while the sun shines brightly. I wonder of I should jump out my window and go into the woods for a little while. I glance at the clock, it is 7:00. I sigh, there is no time, the school bus leaves at 7:15, I have to get ready. I can't miss the bus again. Cray would kill me, like actually kill me.

I have no problem dragging myself out of my bed. I have always being a morning person. Most days I am usually awake at 1:00 am anyway. No prizes to anyone who guesses why that is.

I walk towards my wardrobe and stare at the five outfits in there. Most girls would gasp at the lack of clothes in there, but I don't really care. I pick out my extremely baggy track suit pants, my long sleeve shirt and my dark green hoody. I always wear baggy clothes (even in summer), that cover my skin and the shape of my body. I don't like perves staring at my boobs or whatever. I especially don't like Cray doing it either. I remember when Cray had bought me a whole wardrobe full of short-shorts, crop tops, tank tops and a lot of extremely "revealing" clothes. I had thrown them all into the bin. Cray had beaten me with a hot frying pan, but it was worth it.

After I had gotten dressed I walk into the tattered, foul smelling bathroom. I leap over the puddles of Cray's vomit and stand in front of the cracked mirror. I quickly braid my hair, not even bothering to brush it. My hair is alway dry and knotted because I never use conditioner. There are lines under my eyes and my skin is horrible. I never use make-up either, I don't see the point of looking pretty anyway. It's not like I am trying to impress anyone.

I squint at the the mirror, wondering why I look a little older then I did yesterday. But that's impossible, it's not like a person can grow noticeably overnight. Then I realise it. It's my 16th birthday. I am not particularly excited or happy that's it is my birthday. Cray never remembers it anyway. But, I am not 16 everyday. I suppose I should make the most of it. Besides, in exactly 2 years I will be 18 and I can move out of the house. Which means I will be free from Cray. Forever.

I walk downstairs and to my horror I see Cray staring right at me. He is drunk. I shuffle past him trying to avoid eye contact.

"Katniss." He whines. "Why can't you wear any of your pretty clothes?"He grabs my boob and my heart starts racing. At least he isn't in his violent moods.

"I've got to get to school." I mumble trying to keep the fear out of my voice.

"Ok."he whispers into my ear. His breath trickles down my neck and I can smell the alcohol in it. Eventually he lets me go and I walk out of the door.

"Oh, Katniss try to be home on time today my friends are coming over"He calls to me as I close the door. I feel like throwing up. His drunken, violent friends love to come to his house and they take turns "playing" with me.

I am definitely not looking forward to tonight.

so this chapter was I bit more descriptive then my first two idk why. Anyway hope u guys liked it. Please review my next chapter will be set at katniss's school. I might include Peeta in the chapter ;)