The Hunger Games (Peeta's P.O.V.)

Chapter One

The Hunger Games (Peeta's Perspective)

The general plot and characters belong to the amazing author Suzanne Collins.

So, usually I won't write notes before I start the story, but I feel this is slightly necessary, Ill keep it brief though. I am going to attempt to rewrite the whole Hunger Games trilogy from Peeta's perspective. I am not doing this by memory. I am going to read a page of the actual book and rewrite it. Yes, I have quite the scary obsession. Anyways, enjoy!

The Hunger Games

Part One: "The Tributes"

Chapter One

I rouse as I hear the knock on the door. I roll over and listen to hear if it's Katniss. It probably won't be. This is Prim's first reaping; she'll want to be with her. I hear Gale's voice and pull the sheets over my head. Go away!, I think to him. I can't really say I hate Gale. He helps keep Katniss well fed and alive. And it's not like he's ever done anything to me personally. What my feelings for him are is much more like serious jealousy and a tad bit of resentment.

"Good luck." My father says.

I hear my mother start to rouse in her bed. My father curses under his breath. And hurries back into the bakery. That's the thing about our house, I'm still deciding weather I like it or not, but you can hear everything that happens in the whole house. So if I want to do anything and not have my whole family know about it, I have to get out of the house. I pull my head out from under the covers and go back to sleep. I don't want to face this horrid day quite yet.

I wake again when I hear my oldest brother Kerren get out of bed and march down the hall to the living room. He has been out of the reaping for three years now so he's not even in the reaping. My other older brother, Rye, is still in bed. This is his last year in the reaping. I'll be surprised if Kerren even shows up at the reaping, though. He's my mothers favorite so he does whatever he wants whenever he wants to. I guess he kind of likes Rye; he treats him a lot like a dog. He hates me. He treats me like a clump of dirt. Everyone in my family does, except my father. He tries to bond with me. He'll ask me about school and girls and my friends at school when it's just us working in the bakery. Were still not that close though. It's kind of my fault since I do isolate myself in my room. My mother hates me, though, I'm sure of it. I don't know how my jovial father who always has a smile on his face and kind, soothing words coming out of his mouth ended up falling for her. I'm not sure that he ever did. I remember what day it is when a ray of sun falls over my closed eyes. I groan.

"Peeta! Get up! Now!" My mother cries from her room.

She's still in bed. I actually wouldn't be too surprised if she didn't come to the reaping. Kerren is her favorite for sure, but she kind of likes Rye I guess. He's like a dog to her too. She hates me, but I can't honestly say I hate her. She's my mother. It's kind of hard. If that makes sense.

I climb out of bed and walk the three steps to my closet. I claw to the back of the closet. There's not much clothes, but a lot of stuff. All the drawings I've done at school. I don't know why I've kept them. I guess I've always liked my art. Sometimes Katniss and Prim stop to admire the cakes I've decorated. That's one of the few styles of compliment that I let go to my head. When Katniss's scowl lets up just a little at my cakes. I know it's not her idea to stop and admire. I'm not an idiot, but every time Prim has pointed to the display window I've never seen her with hold from coming. Sometimes I want to sign my name across the cakes so that way she'll at least know I that I exist, I can almost guarantee that she doesn't. She isolates herself too. With Gale. In the woods. Once I thought about wandering off into the woods and finding them, acting like I was lost.