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This is the new first chapter of my Peeta’s point of view. Enjoy!  [[MORE]] The light streaming in through the windows was the first thing I saw when my eyes opened. I shut them quickly again, wishing I could shut everything out. I wish today was just a regular day, and I’d be going down earlier than usual to help my father make the bread and then get ready for school. I should relax but I can’t. Today was the reaping. The actual day of the reaping, an occasion that I really don’t look forward to at all. It was just another one of the many things that have been occurring that made me feel weak to the demands of the Capitol. It was another day to wish so badly that I wouldn’t be a part of anything I don’t want to be. The familiar scents of bread told me that I still had work to do. I sat up slowly as to not give myself a massive headache, which wouldn’t help me at all, and looked around. My brothers were already awake and weren’t in the room so I quickly put on my shoes and went downstairs. “Bright and early as usual, hmm?” One of my brothers ask, rolling his eyes at me. A curve of my lips curved up into half a smile and I went about to continue to pick up the bags of flour from the corner to do my share of the baking. It was actually a good thing that the reaping wasn’t until two. I looked at the clock near the side and saw that I woke up a full three hours than I was supposed to regularly. “How come you didn’t wake me up?” I asked as I got ready to heave the heavy bag of flour onto my shoulders. “There wasn’t really a reason to. No customers yet. Just a few traders this morning.” My other brother said, his hands quickly forming and shaping the dough. “Good morning.” My dad said, in his regular position in front of the oven, his hands already caked in flour. There was fried squirrel on the table with a part of it already eaten. My mom must still be asleep then, if my father would just let it lie there for everyone to see. It must have been her again who shot it, since it didn’t seem to be punctured anywhere near the body. Maybe it was Gale who shot it. Everybody knew that they were always together out there in the woods, doing who knows what. As images of her and him swam through my brain, I picked up the bag of flour, settled it in the crook above my shoulder and brought it over to where my father was. I should really stop thinking of her, especially during a day like this in which I need to wish not only for my safety but for her safety as well. I knew she had a little sister – my dad was quite fond of her – so I wished for her sister to be safe from whatever will happen later on too. I shook my head, wishing I could just shake away all these thoughts of her from my mind but I knew it was useless. I’d actually get to see her for a little bit later on, even though the circumstances that will bring us together weren’t all that bright.   “Good morning, father.” I said softly, going back to pick up another bag of flour. “That’s enough for now. Not a lot of selling will happen today.” My father said quietly, making his way to the counter to knead the flour. I nodded my head and set back down the bag that was already on my shoulders. I knew there will be shutters on the doors and windows of every house and even though I agreed with my father about not a lot of selling today, I still peeked out of the window near the front door and sighed. The road in front of the bakery was deserted, not a single person was strolling around, on their way to work or to school. It was probably the quietest that I’ve heard this place during daytime.   “You want some?” My dad said, gesturing to the squirrel in front of him on the corner. I nodded my head and took out a part and chewed on it thoughtfully as I sat down on a chair near the counter. I finished it quickly and washed my hands so I could help with the flour. It was going to be a quiet day today, since everybody would be trying to sleep in. The reaping wouldn’t be until two.  Time passed by quickly. The next few hours were spent kneading the flour, until it was ready to be baked as bread and also helping my dad finish the squirrel quickly as we heard the noises coming from upstairs which could only mean my mother waking up. After a few minutes, she went down the stairs in a bathrobe, looking grim but decent, eyeing all of us with what I could only describe as slight disgust. “Morning.” She said as she went to get a glass of water, rolling her eyes at the mess we’ve done with all the flour. It was all over the different countertops and the floor as well but what can you expect in a bakery? My brothers, my father and I muttered back a morning and resumed our work quietly. My mother didn’t usually help us with the baking part. She was usually the one who helped the customers and guided them in choosing what they really want, such as finding the right bread or choosing the perfect pastry. She was also the one who completed and took note of the transactions our shop has while the boys, including myself, made all the bread. The only time she did such a massive job was when she did the cakes. Aside from my father, my mother was the only one who can bake perfect cakes. I usually design them. She watched us warily, her eyes darting from us doing our work to the door. She was probably wishing for a person, any person to walk in and buy something. It wouldn’t do any good for her to just sit around, so a little while before noon, she went to prepare herself for the reaping. That left me and the other boys to finish our jobs quickly and put back everything we didn’t need since it was almost time for lunch. My mother went back to the kitchen just in time to help put the glasses on the table.  We went to our seats quickly and ate the usual. Stale bread from yesterday that nobody wanted. Yeah, I was full but it didn’t satisfy the uneasy feeling in my stomach. It was probably time to freshen up for the reaping. Inwardly, I scoffed. It was such an insult for all of us to treat it as if it was a celebration of sorts, like we should be excited for it. As if we could do anything but dread it happening. I could feel nothing but trepidation as I made my way up to the room my brothers and I share. It wasn’t that big but there was still space between the beds to move around a bit. I took out the clothes that I was planning on wearing and made my way to the small bathroom. It wasn’t really what I would call a bathroom since it only had a sink, a small toilet and an even smaller space where you could use a tub of water for your bath. After I was done, I quickly got dressed into the best dress shirt that was my brother’s a few years ago before it became too small for him and my nicest pants. I got out of the bathroom and my mother even half-smiled when she saw me. “You look decent.” She said, with what I believe was an approving nod. I nodded back at her and made my way downstairs. My mother rarely compliments me. “Hi, Peeta.” My dad said, turning around and smiling gently at me. “Need help with anything, dad?” I said, brushing away the strands of my hair that was blocking my eyesight. “Not much. You look good.” He said, quietly as he looked up from the oven and inspected what I was wearing. “Thanks. We better hurry, though. It’s almost time.” I said, sighing softly, the stomach churning making me feel even queasier than before. I watched my father trudge upstairs and I shakily sat down on a chair, breathing in through my nose and out through my mouth. I find this immediately calming. I shouldn’t even be worried. My name was written on slips of paper only five times. Five slips in thousands. I shouldn’t be worried. Then why was I? I patiently waited for the rest of family to finish fixing themselves up and we locked up the store when the last person got out. We made our way to the square at exactly half past one but I found that there were already a lot of people there. It was crowded – very claustrophobic - and full of people looking tense. I said goodbye to my family and found myself standing with a few of my friends in the middle of the crowd. We didn’t do any small talk, though. The atmosphere was too intense for that. People were filing in silently and the square became even more packed. To take my mind off my nervousness, I let my eyes wander around the square, my eyes drifting through the different shops until it came to rest on the door of my family’s shop. Oh, how I could wish I could go there right now and just block this whole thing out. I just want to be safe and sound, making bread, frosting cakes. It wasn’t such an exciting life but it would definitely be what I would choose over standing around, waiting for the inevitable to happen, and wishing so badly that it wouldn’t be you who’d experience it. There were bright banners hanging all around, making me feel as if I should be in a festive mood. I remembered why we were here in the square right now and the desire to celebrate wasn’t pure in my heart. How could I celebrate when two more people would be on their way to death? One of them could even be me, or it could be her. I severely wished neither of us would be picked. I saw my mom and my dad standing with a few other shop owners near the side, lining up around the perimeter, watching the enormous crowd of children in front of them. Were they wondering who it could possibly be, who will represent our district this year, just like I was?  When I could see less and less people coming into the square, I shifted my attention to the temporary stage set up in front of the Justice Building. There were three chairs there but only two of them were occupied. There was the mayor, a balding man who was the father of one of the girls from my school, looking serious and dismal as he watched everybody in the square. He was probably looking for his daughter, and praying that it wouldn’t be her who would be chosen. Most probably it wouldn’t even be Madge, his daughter, who will be picked. The chances of that happening were like slim to none. Then there was Effie Trinket, looking scary with her pink hair and spring green suit. She was grinning at us and I couldn’t help but think how white her teeth were. It didn’t look natural, just like everything else about her. She was sitting up straight, her feet crossed at the ankles, her eyes locked straight at the two glass balls in front of her. My breath caught in my throat as I imagined my name in there. It looked like there were a lot of names in there but five of them had my name. And even if just one of them would be picked out of the thousands of slips in one of those balls, it could result into what I would call my biggest nightmare. The nightmare that I shouldn’t even be thinking about right now. I caught both of them looking worriedly at the empty seat and murmuring to each other. Please do me a favor and like it when you’re done reading. I just want to know how many people have read it. Feedback is greatly appreciated! 

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Anonymous
"In that one pic u reblogged caption says 'he's already written himself off' wHAT DOES THAT MEAN IM PANICING IS JOSH LEAVING THE TRILOGY"

NO!! It’s Josh in character for Peeta. He used the past tense of the verb use in this GIF because Peeta feels as if he doesn’t have any hope of coming back to District 12 alive. 

Josh will never let go of his role as Peeta because he is Peeta. Josh won’t leave the trilogy. He can’t. image



It’s official. 

I’m continuing (or maybe even starting all over again with) my Peeta’s POV once summer starts. It’s going to be much, much, much better. 



I’m going to be updating my Peeta Mellark’s POV soon. I’ve been so busy lately that i forgot about it :|



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Like or Reblog if you’re purely a Hunger Games/Josh Hutcherson/Jennifer Lawrence/Isabelle Fuhrman/Alexander Ludwig/Liam Hemsworth blog. Please and thank you! I’ll take a look at those who have liked or reblogged as soon as possible to check out your blogs. :)



Anonymous
"in that photo with josh holding some sweater and then the girl in the picture below with the same sweater... who is she? and i might sound really stupid but i dont get what everyone is saying in the comments. sorry i prob sound really stupid. -__-"

That would be Jennifer Lawrence. She plays Katnias Everdeen in the movie based on the best selling novels of Suzanne Collins, The Hunger Games. Josh plays Peeta Mellark :)



Anonymous
"are you going to continue writing hunger games from peeta's pov? :)"

I will. I just don’t have the time right now. You see, my grandfather died on Friday (June 8) and I’m going to start my classes on Wednesday so life has been pretty hectic.


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