Jessie109hdhdhd
Are you a fan of the hunger games?
Have you ever wondered what was going inside another tributes head?
Well you're in luck!
This is my take on Peeta's story during the 74th hunger games.
(I give credit to Suzanne Collins, regarding characters and main plot line, this is just a little story I wrote as a fun boredom cure)
When my name got chosen from the lottery of boys to go be a tribute of the Hunger Games, I was shocked. I looked to the right of me, to my older brother, Rye. He was older than I was, and even though I knew he wouldn't, I wish he had volunteered for me as Katniss did for Prim. I was not as young as she was, but isn't an older brother or sister's job to protect? Clearly not. As I took my place next to Katniss, I was met with a cold, hard stare, that's right. She hated me, for reasons that were never clarified. I've never been anything but polite, kind, I thought she was the most beautiful girl in our district, no, the most beautiful girl in Panem. Prettier than women of the Capitol, Katniss was a rare natural beauty, with long streaming brown hair, folded nicely into a single braid. Her hand shook mine, hard, distant and as I cracked a small smile, it was not returned, just met with a glare. These next few weeks will be Character Building, that's for sure.