Well, I guess it’s time to get up. So I crawl out of my warm covers and quickly dress. I then head downstairs. I won’t have to get ready for the reaping until one, as it starts at two. Coming downstairs, I overhear a conversation between my mother and father, or rather she’s yelling and he’s listening. She finally storms out the door and I’m glad she’s gone. So my father and I unlock the bakery together and prepare for the day. Just as my father’s pulling out the first loaves of the day, the bell rings. I walk into the front to see the new customer. Oh look, it’s Mr. Perfect, Gale. We rarely talk. But the only thing we know about each other is that both he and I love Katniss. I ask him what he’s doing at the bakery, since it’s so early and I doubt he could have shot anything yet. “Oh,” he says, rubbing it in a bit. “Just going to meet Katniss for the usual morning hunt.” Luckily my father showed up, or I might have gotten into a fight. Gale may be older than me, but we’re roughly the same size. It’s a toss-up who would win. But my father puts himself intentionally between us. He asks what Gale would like. “How much would a fresh loaf of bread cost me?” My father thinks for a moment and then, because it’s the reaping and Gale has so many entries, he settles for a squirrel. Gale pays him and gives me a smug smile on the way out. Then, just before my father has a chance to conceal the squirrel, my mother comes home. She takes one look at the dead squirrel in my father’s hand and knows immediately where he got it. She yells at him for a long time before she turns on me. “And you! I would be very happy if you got chosen to die in those wretched Hunger Games! Because you’re just another worthless mouth to feed!”I don’t know why my mother chooses me to yell at instead of one of my two older brothers, or all three of us for that matter. It has crossed my mind that I was never intended to be born, but I guess what happened, happened. Now it’s getting close to one, so I slowly ascend the stairs. I take a quick bath, cold water doesn’t feel very good, but being from District Twelve, it’s all we get. After dressing in my best shirt and pants, I meet my family downstairs to walk to the square.
Hi. Its Lauren again. Heres the second chapter. Next few on their way. All of this belongs to Suzanne Collins. i am only rewriting in another characters point of view. Please remember to comment!! i need some feedback!!
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The Hunger Games Through Peeta's Eyes
Misterio / SuspensoThis is Peeta's point of view of the Hunger Games. He's always been cared for. Always been well-fed, Never had to work too hard, A good life. He's never had to learn the skills needed to survive. But when he's chosen to be in the Hunger Games with t...
