The day I met him, Peeta Mellark

Chapter 1-

I lying on the ground, starving. At just the age of eleven I had to provide for my 30 year old mother and my little 7 year old sister Prim. I haven't had a decent meal since... My daddy died. Why did District 12 have to be based on coal mining? Why couldn't just have safer jobs? Like District 1, rich snobs that don't have to lay a finger. Just simply pour perfume into a bottle and ship it off to the Capitol! At least with a job like that you would die from choking on perfume or something? Not a mine explosion that blows you to a thousand shreds!

After that, I was the supplier of our food. No, not my mother, no of course not! For that would be absurd! No no no, the eleven year old who can barely walk right this minute will provide! I love my mother and all, but if anything she's useless. She scared the life out of Prim when she blacked out, she barely speaks, her income is very poor and I am left to provide!

To get food, I must break the law. I know I know, it's not the best thing to do but it's my last resort. Plus, I want to follow in my father's footsteps. He taught me everything. To hunt, to hide and to make a bow and arrows. My most favourite thing in the world. My bow. With it, I am limitless. That is how I earn my food and other items. I trade everything in the Hob.

Just a few more limps more than steps, and I will be at the bakery. I was planning to trade in a squirrel for something fresh and good. The rain is pouring. I am limping in the mud trying hopelessly to reach the bakery. I just manage to wrap my arm around a post. I slowly pull my body towards it. A woman comes out of the bakery waving her arms out in the air franticly.

"Move you beggar! Shove off!" she screams, but I ignore her.

Defeated, she walks back inside.

Then a muscular boy, around my age walks out with burnt bread. I think I have seen him before! Yeah, in school.

He turns to feed the pigs. But for some reason, he is distracted. He fights it. I think he's ignoring me!

I groan and moan. My stomach is aching.

The boy fails to ignore me and eventually turns around. A pitiful look falls upon his face. I can tell he feels sorry for me. Suddenly, he throws a loaf of burnt bread to me and it lands in front of my feet. Why did he do that? Did Peeta throw it meaning for me to eat it? I look up at him with thanking eyes and take the piece into my hand. Although it's burnt,the loaf is soft all the same, and it looks tasty! I ravenously sink my teeth into the bread and chew generously. I will never forget that boy.

He saved my life...