The Hunger Games; Peeta

~Friendly~

The next morning I awake with a start. My dreams were filled with spears and nets and little kids running from something that never showed itself. The orange glow of the sunrise comes in through the window, turning the whole room a pretty colour.

I heave myself out of bed and get into the shower. I find the same water that smells of strawberries, and this soap that smelled really nice. When I came out of the bathroom I found an outfit left in my beds tight black trousers, a long sleeved burgundy tunic and leather shoes. I fluff up my hair and exit my room for breakfast.

I am walking down the hallway when Haymitch appears out of nowhere and stops me.
"Did you take Katniss on the roof last night?" He interrogates me.

"Uh yeah- I figured we were allowed."

"It's fine...just...be careful, lover boy."

And with that I follow him into the dining room to see Katniss sitting at the table dipping the rolls into the hot chocolate, like I showed her yesterday. She is wearing the exact same outfit as me, but really she suits it a whole lot better than I ever could. Her hair is in a long braid down her back and she looks like herself.

The training period consists of consists of three days where all of the tributes train together. Although it's against the rules, I'm terrified in case some of the others try and hurt me- or Katniss.

"Let's get down to training." Haymitch begins "First off, if you want, I can coach you separately. Choose now."

"Who would you want to coach us separately?" Asks Katniss.

"If you had some kind of secret skill you didn't want the other to know about."

I glance at Katniss.
"I don't have any secret skills." I say. "And it's pretty obvious what yours is, my father has bought enough of your squirrels that I've ended up eating."

"Coach us together." She tells Haymitch.

"Ok. So you need to give me some kind of idea or what you can do."

A storm cloud fills the inside of me. I can't do anything. I might aswell as come clean.
"I can't do anything. Except baking bread."

"I don't." Says Haymitch "Now Katniss, you are handy with a knife."

"Not really. But I hunt, with a bow."

"Are you any good?"

"I'm ok."

"She's excellent!" I butt in. "My father buys her squirrels, he always says how good it is that the arrows only ever pierce the eyes, not the body. It's the same with rabbits, and even deer."

"What are you doing?" She asks me suspiciously.

"What are you doing? If he's going to help you you can't underrate yourself." I reply.

This must've rubbed her the wrong way, because she snaps at me; "What about you? I've seen you at the market, you can lift 50 kilo bags of flour! That isn't nothing."

I feel a surge of pride run through me, but it quickly fizzles away to anger. " Yeah well I'm not going to kill anyone with a sack of flour am I? It's not like being able to use a weapon and you know it!" I shoot back.

"He can wrestle!" She says "He came second in our school competition, only to his brother!" It fills me with joy momentarily that she remembered these things. Maybe she took more notice of me than I thought."

"It's not much use though." I say meekly "I haven't seen someone wrestle someone to death that often."

"There's hand to hand combat." Says Katniss "all you need is a knife then you're all set! If I get jumped I'm dead!" She says angrily. The thought of her dead makes me feel horrible. Horrible that I ever even started fighting with her.