Not sure what's going to happen with this story. Maybe it'll work maybe it won't.
Disclaimer: I don't own the hunger games.
"Peeta Mellark!" My mother screamed at me.
"Yes ma'am?" I asked and turned toward her. She brought over one of the cakes I had just decorated.
"Look at these flowers! We can't give these to costumers!" She screamed.
"They look fine to me!" I said.
"Fine! Fine? These look fine to you? These are the worst flowers you have ever done! Fix them!" she said and shoved the cake at me. Luckily I managed to keep the icing off my shirt. Fortunately there was no one in the bakery to hear my mother's outburst.
"I'm going to get more supplies!" my mother yelled and left. I was all alone in the bakery. I smiled to myself and went up to the front counter. I took out an icing bag and began to fix my 'mistakes' on the cake. I was really in the zone too. It was just me and the cake.
"It's beautiful," I nearly jumped out of my skin and I squeezed the icing bag too tight and a huge ugly yellow dot was now sitting on my beautiful cake. My mother was going to kill me and I groaned at the thought.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," the voice said. I looked up from the cake and two girls were standing there. I knew them both; district twelve was a rather small district. The oldest one was named Katniss and the younger one, her sister, was Primrose. I've had a crush on Katniss since I was 5 years old, the very first day I saw her. She's never said a word to me except to ask for bread. I sat down my icing bag and wiped my hands on my apron.
"What can I get for you?" I asked. Katniss took out a coin and set it on the counter.
"One loaf of the Rye bread, please," Katniss said. I nodded and grabbed one of the paper bags and put the loaf in it. I handed the loaf to Katniss.
"Is it hard to make the different designs for the cakes?" Primrose asked. I shrugged.
"I've been doing it since I was ten so it's not so hard anymore," I said and smiled.
"They are beautiful," Primrose said.
"Thank you," I said. The bell above the door rang and my mother walked in.
"Peeta! That's even worse than the last time!" My mother screamed. I flinched as my mother slapped me with a heavy wooden spoon. Prim's eyes widened in horror and Katniss pushed her out the door. I sighed and went back to work on my cake.
"Does it hurt?" a small voice asks from behind me. I slam my locker shut and turn around to see who had asked.
"Does what hurt?" I ask before I saw who it is.
"When she hits you," I turn around to see Prim standing there.
"When who…..oh," I say and flinch at the question.
"Prim! You were supposed to wait for me outside!" Katniss says running up to her and pulls on her arm.
"I'm talking to Peeta! Don't be rude!" Prim says to her sister. She turns her attention back to me.
"Yes, it hurts," I answer.
"Prim, you shouldn't ask things like that," Katniss said and pulls her sister away.
"But, Katniss his mother hits him," Prim said.
"There are worse things," Katniss whispers, I guess so I won't hear, but I did. She's right there are worse things. Like working in the mines, getting a public whip, or getting called at the reaping.