Peeta's POV.
I wake up panting. Another nightmare, as usual. I'm drenched in sweat, I look at the clock, 6:00 a.m. Might aswell start the day.
Today I start highschool, I'm going to be attending MockingJay High, and I'm not sure how to feel about it. In te other school I didn't have a lot of friends. Nobody really teased me or anything, I just passed unnoticed, which was my idea since the beginning.
It's been two weeks since I started living with Haymitch and I have to admit, it's not that bad. I know two weeks is not much time but that drunk idiot already crept up to me, For some unknown reason.
In the first days I barely even left my bedroom, with the concussion still in process of healing and not having a reason plausable enough for me to actually get up and do something.
After spending days in bed without even eating Haymitch decided to put an ending to my pathetic hibernation. He said that it wasn't right for me to waste my life this way. He made me see things his way, something I don't know how he managed to because, just look at him, he is completely wasting his life too, getting drunk all the time. I guess it was Maybe because he somehow understood how it felt like to be alone.
It was that but also the bucket of ice cold water he decided to pour over me to either get me moving or just because it must've been funny.
I sight as I push myself off the bed, going downstairs to prepare my breakfast. When I lived with my mom, I had to wake up early everyday to prepare her breakfast and start doing the prep work for the bakery our family owned. It was my dad who opened it but, after he walked out on us, my mom got in charge of it. Since then I'd been working there all the mornings after school until it was closing time. Let's just say going to school was a blessing and the best part of my day.
I pour myself a bowl of cereals and milk and eat it slowly. After a while Haymitch appears with his daily morning hangover.
"Morning" I mumble. I'm not in the mood for talking, as usual, but I always try to have some conversation with Haymitch since he's been helping me so much, and I can't see why, it's the least I can do. But even I know better than to interfere with Haymitch's hangovers. Both of us are always very grumpy in the mornings, anyway.
"You took your pills?" He asks
I shake my head "No". Because of the concussion I need to take like three pills a day, not to talk about the ones that are supposed to controll my depression (which I don't think even exists) and other things like my nightmares and such (which aren't working, by the way).
I Shake my head and Haymitch goes get them from the pantrys, along with the ones he takes to solve his hangover.
I notice he has been drinking less, I'd say it's probably because of me.
I take my pills.
"Katniss offered to walk with you too school and show you around" He says, taking a sip of a glass of water he pires himself.
"Who?" I ask, raising an eyebrow.
"Katniss. She lives next door, and She's your age. She said she would show you around school today."
I stare at my now empty bowl of cerials. Is Katniss the girl that waved at me when I arrived? She looked around my age so I'd say That's her.
I stand up and go back upstairs. I take a shower and get dressed, picking up my back pack and going downstairs, when someone knocks on the door.
I go see who it is, and guess who? It's the girl with silver eyes and fierce expression.
"Hi! I'm Katniss." She says, smiling at me.
"Hey." I mumble. I'm still kind of overwhelmed by her perfection.
"You must be Peeta. Right?"
"Yeah, That's me!" I say.
"I hope Haymitch told you that you'd be walking to school with me today. If he's not too drunk to realise I was even here." she says the last part a little louder. I hear grumbling coming from inside and I know she was directing the last part towards Haymitch, who is probably behind me.
"Shall we?" She asks, giving me the warmest smile ever seen.
"Yes, Let's go." I say. "Bye Haymitch."
"See you around old man!" Katniss says, jokingly.
"See you sweetheart!" Haymitch yells from inside.
Katniss chuckles and rolls her eyes.
"Ready for your first day?" She asks, walking beside me.
"I guess." I mumble.
And with that we walk together to school.
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Burrying the Past
Fanfiction"I guess it's time. I should move on, start fresh. But I don't know how can I do it." Peeta Mellark has gone through a lot in his life, more than a 16 year old should. But now he can finnaly move on. Or try. Peeta just moved to District 12 to live...
