Hey, y'all! This is the rewritten version of the story! I will be putting my own family in here, mostly because I think it would be cool, just changing the names around. Please bear with me as I do have actual books to write as well. Love y'all!

*Started writing this directly after the new chapter 1...*

Chapter 2:

Peeta Mellark. He stood there in shock for a moment before he made his way up to the stage. He glanced over his shoulder to look at Katniss, but she wasn't looking at him. As he walked up the stairs, he wondered if she would recognize him. His gaze met Effie's as she welcomed him to the stage. Then he looked at the female tribute and recognized her as the part-time worker at the bakery. Her name was Nikki? Huh. He never really thought about her much. She was a hard worker, but she looked a lot younger than she was. He shook Nikki's hand when he was asked to, and he noticed the slight calloused skin at the base of her fingers while the rest of her hand was rather soft.

In the room where he was left alone, he was greeted by his dad. "Hey, son," said the baker.

"Hi, dad." Peeta was a little anxious about what his father might say.

The man cleared his throat. "I'm proud of you, son. No matter what your mother may say, know that."

"Thanks dad." Peeta smiled, reaching out to hug his dad briefly.

"Come home," his dad pleaded.

Peeta sniffed slightly. "I'll try." His dad nodded before he had to leave. When Peeta next saw Nikki, she was silently crying. "Are you okay?"

Nikki jerked in surprise and stared at him for a second before she spoke. "Yes, I'm okay. Dad gave me a butterfly pin that belonged to my grandmother, and Mom said that she was proud of me and that she would still be proud of me no matter what happened in the games." She shuddered. "I'm not sure what she'll say if I do something truly horrible."

This was the most he had actually heard from her in one sitting. "I'm sure she'll understand."

"I hope so," she said before they were led onto the train.

Peeta looked around the compartment where they were. It was nice, with a sitting area and a dining area in the same space. Drink stations lined the wall on one side. He and Nikki walked over to sit down at the seats. "So, what do you think Haymitch will be like?"

"A drunk," Nikki snorted. "He's not bad, but he drinks so much that he's not a hundred percent during the day." She picked at a hangnail. "Might do something a little rash just to see what he'll do," she muttered... "Who knows, it might just help this horrible situation."

Peeta looked at her concerned. Then the door to the compartment opened and the two teens looked up to see Haymitch walk into the compartment and head directly to the drinks. Then the man turned and saw them, and Peeta greeted him. "Hello."

Haymitch stumbled over to them and sat nearby. "Well, well," he said. "Our Tributes..."

"Excuse me, Haymitch," Nikki said, politely. "Could you please tell us how this is going to go? Training-wise?"

Haymitch looked at her, squinting slightly. "Hold on, my dear. Not just yet. We have plenty of time to discuss that."

Peeta frowned. "Okay, you've had enough of that." He reached forward to grab the drink from his mentor, ignoring Nikki's movement to stop him.

He got a foot to his chest for his trouble as Haymitch said, "You made me spill my drink. Calm down, boy. Now, I'm going to take this to my room."

When he left, Nikki turned to Peeta who was rubbing his chest. "You never take alcohol from a drunk," she said. Her eyes were wide in surprise at his actions.

"Maybe you're right," Peeta admitted.

Everyone was quiet during dinner and then they watched the recap of the reaping, checking out the competition. "That boy and that girl are so young," Nikki said.

"They're only three or four years younger than you, sweetheart," Haymitch replied with a snort of laughter into his drink.

"They're my sister's age!" Nikki exclaimed, shooting him a glare.

Haymitch looked at her surprised. "My, you're a little spitfire, aren't you darling?"

Nikki hmphed. "My mother is a redhead. It's in my blood," she said.

Haymitch laughed delightedly. Peeta shook his head, not understanding their interaction. "I'm heading to bed," Peeta said later that night. "Good night."

"Good night," the others said as they went their separate ways to bed.

A little shorter chapter this time. But, I hope you liked seeing from Peeta's P.O.V. :D Two chapters in two days!