That night, I couldn't stop thinking about the boy with the bread. His beautiful blue eyes, his luscious blonde hair, oh I ccouldn't get him out of my head. In my bed I tossed and turned, trying to sleep but my mind wouldn't allow it. Eventually I slept. And in my dreams entered Peeta.
We were lying in the meadow and the sun was beaming on our faces. We looked like we were 16. Which was scary because I'm only eleven and to see my older self is quite strange. Then our faces changed. We looked even older. Around my mother's age. And with us were two tiny children. A boy that looked like Peeta and a girl that looked somewhat like me. Then the children became taller and Peeta and I looked older, 50 odds. My children, I mean the children now looked like they we're 20 odds and each had children of their own. Then the children left. And suddenly, I was now an old woman in her mid 70s and I was looking at a tombstone, crying. The tombstone read Peeta Mellark...
I wake up and I am heavily breathing. What just happened? Not only that but I'm crying. I just saw my future life, or what I hope it is. But instead. I want my name on the tombstone as well as Peeta's. I was to die together and lie with him for all of eternity.
That morning in school, I would go to him, thank him.
*that morning*
I was wearing my pretty plaid skirt and white blouse for today. It was a special day. I had to impress him. He did something that had changed my life for ever.
I walk down the corridor and I see him. He's walking into homeroom. I quickly speed up my walking. We are in the same homeroom. He sits at the back and I smoothly plop down beside him.
I tap him on the shoulder.
"Hey." I whisper.
He turns round and he looks shocked.
"Um, hi." he replies, still eyes widened.
"Thank you." I say a bit louder.
"For what?" he asks.
"Peeta, you saved my life yesterday.I mean you really shouldn't have." I say a bit louder.
"Quiet at the back!" Shouts out our teacher Ms Daire.
I look at her, but Peeta is still looking at me. He doesn't say anything did I scare him?
God Katniss your so stupid!
Class ends and I'm feeling deflated... Tomorrows another day I guess.
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The day I met him, Peeta Mellark
FanfictionSo this story starts when Katniss is 11 and she meets Peeta for the first time and basically it's what would have happened if she were friends with Peeta rather than Gale.
