Hey guys im not very experienced writing fanfiction so please tell me what you think, and help me if im doing something wrong! (: This idea came to me when I thought how Katniss would live in district 12 if she had better luck. I don't know if I'll continue, I guess it depends on how people react. If you have any advice, please message me! I need all the help I can get =P Hope you like it though!

I don't own the Hunger Games or anything affiliated with it, all rights go to Suzanne Collins.

Luck: Chapter 1

(This picks up on page 28) Effie Trinket crosses back to the podium, smoothes the slip of paper, and reads out the name in a clear voice. And it's not me.

Delly Cartwright makes a loud whimpering noise and makes her way to the stage, hiding behind her yellow hair. I feel bad for a moment because Delly is probably the nicest person in district 12 but then i'm filled with relief that it isn't going to be me or Prim going into the games. As she stands in front of the crowd, Haymitch comes over and clamps a hand on her shoulder to keep himself steady.

'It's time to choose our boy tribute!" Effie says happily, reaching into the ball with the boys name and pulling out a slip. To my relief, it's a boy from the seam named Tron that I barely know of. I just want this to be over with so for the rest of the reaping I stand quietly.

Once the drawing is over, we all head home to "celebrate". Prim and I gather our dinner and set it out on the table. As we eat, we talk about small things like what Prim is learning in school and how Hazelle, Gale's mother is doing. After dinner we all sit by the fireplace to relax. A couple minutes later theres a knock on the door. Prim gets up to answer it and comes back seconds later, looking confused.

"Katniss, someone's at the door for you." Prim says though it sounds more like a question.

Going to the front of the house, I see none other than Peeta Mallark standing in the doorway. I don't know what the boy with the bread was at my house for, but it reminds me how thankful I am for the favor he did for me years ago.

"Hi" he smiles slightly, looking shy.

"Hey" I said back, a little confused as this is the first time I've actually spoken to him and I want to say thank you but I don't know how.

"Happy hunger games" he says in a slightly sarcastic tone, mocking the capitol but smiles again and holds something out to me. Taking it in my hand and looking it over, it seems to be a big rectangle of something covered in brown paper.

"What is it?" I ask, curiously flipping it over in my hands.

"A chocolate bar" he says back, and looks at my face, as if looking for approval.

"Oh." I said, surprised. This must have cost him a lot of money at the sweet shop and I can't understand why he would buy it for me. "Why?" I ask, looking up from the chocolate and into his eyes.

"What do you mean?" He questions.
"Why are you giving this to me?" I say, trying not to sound rude. But anger overtakes me as I think about the implications following it. "You think you need to buy me food because I'm poor? I don't need your pity!" I say, anger seeping into my voice.

"That's not it!" he sounds surprised.

"I don't understand." I declare, staring at him.

"Never mind." He says, and begins walking away.

"Peeta!" I shout when he gets further away. He turns back and looks at me. "Thank you." I say, adding the gratefulness into my voice not just for this gift but also for the gift he gave me 5 years ago. He nods his head slightly and continues to walk away.

I shut the door softly and come back into the house to join Prim and my mother.

"What is it?" my mom asks when I sit back down into the room. I quietly hand her the bar of chocolate. "Wow." My mom says, surprised and looks at me expectantly. She wants to know how I got it.

"I don't know why but Peeta just gave it to me." I say.

"Peeta? The baker's son?" my mom asks, smiling.

"Yeah"

"Somebody's smitten." My mom says happily and begins peeling off the brown paper.

There are 14 smaller rectangles making up the big one and we slowly each eat a piece. I put a few pieces in a handkerchief to give to Gale tomorrow, knowing his smaller siblings have never had chocolate before. We put the rest away and say our goodnights, going to bed with a sweet taste in our mouths.