Hunger Games (reversed)

Chapter 6

Katniss pov

I wake up from terrible dreams about the Avox lady. I drag myself to the shower after Effie bangs on my door claiming it will be another 'big, big day!'. I click a button squirting me with yellow foam with a delightful fragrance. I click another button scraping it off me.

I walk back to my room and find an outfit laid out for me. Black, skin tight pants, a long sleeve burgundy tunic and black shoes. I braid my single braid down my back. I get dressed then look in the mirror to see the real me. No special clothes, no makeup, just me. I like it, its like how I would be back home. Home, oh how I hope Prim and mother are okay. Mother probably moping along, even more distrest now then ever with me gone, and Prim milking Lady(her pet goat) and hopefully Gale helping them. 

I head for breakfast once I finish convincing myself that Gale is doing the best he can to keep my family safe. No one is here yet, but a long table is filled with at least 25 different dishes. I pile my plate and look at the sunrise over the Capitol. I'm still hugry, so I fill myself another plate. I take a roll and dip it in bread like Peeta taught me. It really is delicious

Ahh Peeta. I love him. I mean, I think I love him. I've 'loved' him since we were 4. His ashy, blonde hair and bright, blue eyes, he's perfect to me. But every girl at scho ol drooled over him. He choose to date Delly, even though she would cheat on him all the time. My mind wanders over the idea going back and forth if he knew or not. Peeta wanted the perfect relationship. Did he think he had one? Of course he did! If he knew Delly cheated on him several times with not only one guy, but 5, he would of broken up with her in no time. I mean, I hope so. 

Speaking of Peeta, Haymitch and him come in and gather their plates. I can't help but notice that Peeta and I are dressed the same. I want to criticize our designers, but after last night's victory I have no room to question him.

We have a total of 3 days of training, the last afternoon we have our private sessions infront of the Gamemakers.

After Haymitch finishes his second drink of the day, he pushes his cup back and speaks up, "So let's get down to business. Training. First off, if you like, I can coach you seperately. Decide now."

I exchange a look with Peeta, "Why would you coach us seperately?"

"Say if you had a secret skill you might not want the other to know about," says Haymitch.

"I don't have any secret skills," Peeta says. "And I already know what yours is, right? I mean, I've eaten enough of your squirrels."

I should feel weird, right? That Peeta eats my squirrels. But no, I feel excited. That Peeta notices me somehow.

"You can coach us together," I tell Haymitch. Peeta nods in return.

"All right, give me some idea of what you can do," Haymitch says.

"I can't do anything." Peeta says, "Unless you count baking bread."

"Sorry, I don't. Katniss?" Hatmitch asks.

"Not really anything. But I can hunt," I say. "With a bow and arrow."

"You're good?" Haymitch asks.

"I'm all right." I say. I can't tell him I went hunting illegally putting food on the table for my family.

"No she's amazing!" Peeta says. "My father buys her squirrels. He always says Katniss hits them . Right in the eye, everytime." The fact he knows this takes me by suprise. Did he really notice me that much? But even if he did, why is he talking me up?

"What are you doing?" I ask suspiciously.

"What are you doing? If he's going to help you, he has to know what you're capable of," says Peeta.