The Boy from my Dream

Chapter 1

Hi everyone! This is my first time using wattpad. I'm not really a writter, I've never written a story before but I love the Hunger Games and I've read  a bunch of stories on here so I thought it would be fun to make my own! Let me know what you think and I hope you like it :)

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I'm in a soft, green meadow.  I see rows and rows of flowers and their fragrant smell dance around me and tickle my nose with every breath I take. The afternoon sun shines bright behind a few white cotton balls in the sky, and its rays warm my olive skin. In the distance I hear the songs of birds high in the trees. A soft breeze comes and cause the hairs on my neck to stand and goosebumps to form on my arms. All the cold, dark months filled with chilling temperatures and endless snow are long gone and my favorite season has finally arrived; summer. I'm too lost in my thoughts to realize the  figure walking towards me. I squint and see a boy with golden hair and bright blue eyes that pierce into my equally bright green ones, appear in front of me. He wears a white cotton shirt and tan shorts. I'd know this boy anywhere. Not only because he is a grade above me and goes to my school, but because i've had the biggest crush on him since I was ten and five years later my feelings are the same. The boy sits down next to me and my heart stops at how close he is to me. "Is it alright if I sit here?" he says but I can't find my voice so I nod a little bit too spasticly. The aroma of flowers are quickly replaced by the scent of fresh bread. We sit there for a while enjoying the sounds of nature until finally he speaks. "Nikki?" he says in almost a whisper. Just hearing him say my name makes my stomach churn. "Yes?" I manage to choke out. "I need to tell you something," he replies. I sit there in anticipation but never get a response because out in the distance I see something bright. It grows bigger and I realize what it is; a fire. The flames are moving fast now and I can feel it getting hotter. As the wave of fire moves closer flowers, trees, and grass begin to burn. Before I can stop it the boy is engulfed in flames. "Peeta!" I yell out, but it's too late.I'm about to be sucked in when I jolt forward.

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My eyes open and my breathing heavies, surrounding me is a pool of sweat and my hands shake. I am no longer in the meadow but in my room in District 12. I slow my breathing and calm down reassuring myself it was just a nightmare. But the nightmare continues when I realize what today is. The day of the reaping.

I look at the clock and see the time is 5:30. I put on a pair of jeans and a gray T-shirt. I brush threw my chocolate brown hair and braid back my bangs letting the rest of my natural waves fall down my back. I pull on a pair of black boots kept under my bed, that almost reach my knees. After checking to make sure everyone is asleep I go into the dining room and grab some money from the "emergency" jar. I run back up to my room and say good bye to my chocolate lab, Bella. I open up my bedroom window making sure not to make any noises and quietly make my way down the brick wall place my feet in each crevest until i feel the plush, green grass underneath me.

I am lucky to have grown up in one of the richer families in district 12. My parents, my two older sisters, and I live a pretty good life. Sure we're no Capital citizens but we do have luxuries such as a big house, showers, plenty of food, and electricity. If my mother ever found out what I do every Sunday morning she might lose it.

I run down our long driveway and into the town their I say hello to a few people and make some small talk but this is not my destination that would freak out my mother. I go with my father to the town all the time. No, there is just one stop I need to make first. I open the door to the bakery and immediately the scents of pastries and breads overwhelm me and make my mouth water. I see the baker, a big man with a cheery face and a warm smile. Like usual he's running around whistling a happy tune. When he notices me he says "Hello miss Willowsmith! What can I get for ya?" I smile and think a moment on what to get. I hadn't really planned on what to get, that's not really the reason I came. "Ummm.." i begin "How about a piece of your banana bread?" The baker smiles and replies "Coming right out." he walks toward the door to the kitchen and say "Bring out a fresh loaf of banana bread for this young lady." Minutes later the boy from my dream appears out of the kitchen with my bread; Peeta Mellark. Butterflies race in my belly when i see him. I think about my dream and how he was sucked in the red flames but remind myself that it wasn't real and he's here now.

I remember when I realized I had a crush on Peeta. It was my tenth birthday. My father brought me to the bakery for the first time. He knows the baker pretty well and when the baker heard it was my birthday he said he had a cake just for me. He brought out a square cake with white frosting. I stood there awkwardly staring at the plain cake until the baker said I could have it decorated however i'd like. "Come here boy," He yelled up the steps. Down came an eleven year old Peeta. The same golden hair and bright blue eyes. I had seen Peeta at school cause we had lunch with his grade. I never knew he was the baker's son. His dad explained that he would decorate it however i liked. "What would you like me to do?" he said. "Uhh.." I choked out "I like flowers..and purple?" I said making it sound like I was questioning what I liked. I must of sounded even stupider than I thought I did cause Peeta laughed. "Alright then. Flowers and purple it is." he said. Later that day My dad and I went to pick up my cake. The baker brought it out and I was amazed at Peeta's work. Intricate purple flowers wove around the edge of the cake. Two more smaller layers had been added and the vines of purple flowers grew up the cake to the top where written on the side was Happy Birthday Nikki. It looked like someone had to of used something the size of a needle to create such precise designs. Peeta took my boring little white square and made it into a piece of art. I stood there speechless until the baker said "Do you like it?" I nodded and said "It's amazing! Can I thank Peeta?" "I'm sorry." the baker replied "Peeta went to go play with his friends." My excitement sunk a little. "But I'll be sure to give him your thanks." he said with a smile. I never got to thank Peeta for my beautiful present. I don't think he remembers who I am. I never had the courage to approach him in school. I just admired him from a distance.

"That'll be five fifty." Peeta's voice breaks my thoughts. "What?" I say confused. Peeta laughs a little "The bread with be $5.50." "Oh!" I say. I give him the $15 I took. "You can keep the change" I say flirtatiously. I realize how stupid I sound. "Thanks!" He says with a wink and as I try to catch my breath to say something cute he's back into the kitchen. I check the clock; 6:30. I better go.