You can't catch me (Peeta Mellark x Reader)

BACKSTORY: Chapter 1: Reaping

Word Count: 797

*4 years before present day*

It was the day I dreaded most. The day of my first reaping. My mother assured me I wouldn't be picked as my name was only in there once. I walked through the dirt roads of district 11 with my mother and headed towards the Hall of Justice. My mother lined me up to get my finger pricked, it hurt a tiny bit but was over in a second.

I walked over and split with my mother to head to the group of young girls my age. We watched as a very over-dressed woman came up and began talking. A video was played about the hunger games but it didn't really tell us much. She then began reading out the names.

"Well, ladies first." She said in a posh accent. "The female tribute for the 72nd hunger games is..... Y/n L/n!"

I froze as I heard my name. Everyone around me moved out of the way. "Come on up!" The lady told me happily.

I slowly walked up and onto the stage. She put her hand on my shoulder and smiled. She then read out the boys and a much older boy walked up, he didn't bother to look at me and I didn't bother to pay attention to his name. They had brought us to separate rooms in the hall and allowed us three minutes with our loved ones. My mother walked in.

"I suppose you were wrong." I sighed, she did also.

"Hide. If they can't catch you, they can't kill you." My mother said blankly. "I've lost everyone in my life, I cannot loose you too." She smiled and began to tear up.

"You won't, I'll try to hide, I won't get killed." I told her, tears forming in my eyes also. "I'll be home before you know it." I had no confidence in winning but my mother needed to think I did. I needed to be strong for her. My brother had been reaped for the games ten years ago, of course I don't remember but he didn't make it out. Our three minutes was up. I watched her closely as she walked out, hoping she'd look back and smile. But she didn't, she couldn't bring herself to look at me one last time.

They soon got me and the boy, Michael Daphanie, onto a train to the Capitol. We met our mentor, Chaff. He told us that we should fight, rather than hide and stay out of sight. We needed people to like us, so we can get sponsors and such. He was loud and friendly, a little aggressive, but I could lve with it. Michael was very cold and didn't like me at all.

We soon arrived at the Capitol and I met my stylist, Tigeris.

*Side note: I don't know when Tigeris was banned from the games but lets just say it hadn't happened yet for the sake of the story line.*

She had an extravagant cat look, which I was quite fond of. As she was getting me ready for the parade, she told me her plans for my outfit.

"I know district 11 is known for it's agriculture but there's no way I'm dressing you up as a piece of corn." I chuckled as I sat on the small bench. "But, I have heard about the orchards. They are quite beautiful. To produce fruit, the plant needs to flower first, so I was thinking flowers." She explained as she showed me a sketch of a dress made from blue flowers. I awed in it's beauty.

"Its made from myosotis's." Tigeris stated. "More commonly known as a Forget-me-not. They mean hope. I've created a quote, relating to the dress: "To kill me, you must hope to find me. If you find me you will hope to forget me, but will forever, forget me not.""

She got my hair and makeup done first, then reveled the dress. It was a long, floor length, layered and flowy dress. The top went into a turtle-neck with no sleeves. It was an interesting design, but it was beautiful none the less.

Once the parade came around, the other victors starred at me. Not in awe, but in shock and terror. I supposed the didn't expect a 12 year old to get reaped. One of the older female tributes came up to me and commented on my dress and that she wishes me the best of luck.

As the horses took off, I was met with cheers. I waved happily, trying to make a good impression, as I needed to be loved for sponsors. Once it was all over we went back to the place we were staying and we were told that training starts tomorrow.