Everlark • the perfect ever after

Chapter 4 PEETA

I feel so immature. Everyone around me is sitting up in there seats, not hunched over covering there ears like me. I hate plane landings. I wonder if it's because I was very damaged in the Capitol and many of my senses are still weak, but every time one of these dreadful planes lands and I'm in it, my ears get very hot and all sound is blocked out. No one stairs though, which helps.

When we land I grab my small shoulder bag from the storage cabinet and quickly head out of the plane. The flight attendants wish me farewell but I run out of the plane to fast to say thank you. Even more immature. Shame on me.

I rush out of the airport, desperate to get to my house in the victors village. Since the bombed remain of district 12 are being slowly put back together, there are no means of transportation, except for on foot. I need a walk anyway.

The fresh air is what I have missed. In the Capitol, I was always confined to small, window less rooms. Here not only is there air but also freedom.

As I walk through town I notice people glancing at me, and then looking away when I come in eye contact with them. Are they scared of me? I continue, hoping no one will notice my anxiousness. As I enter the town square, a young boy stops me in my tracks.

"Are you Peeta mellark?" He states.

"Yes I am." I say in a questioning manner.

"So you are the son of Mr. Mellark, the baker." He asks. I nod.

Suddenly he becomes very red. I guess he's nervous. "Peeta Mellark, my mother sent me to find you. She is starting up a bakery on the outskirts of town." He pauses, catching his breath. "Please , Mr. Mellark, come by sometime to approve district 12's only bakery."

District 12's only bakery? I better check that out. "Sure, I will come by tomorrow. Thank you for finding me.. Um.." I don't know his name.

"Cedric" he says. "My name is Cedric."

Sorry this is a short chapter.. I'm sorta at a writers block right now. Tell me if its any good!

-Olivia (canter_crest)