The flames in the fire held my focus. The harsh tone of my mother yelling brought me back to reality. The back door slammed shut and she came in, her face red with anger.
"Get those loaves out of the oven boy!"
"Who were you yelling at?"
"None of your business Peeta, now get those loaves out before they burn!"
I slowly got the loaves out of the oven as she quickly stormed out of the room. The flames again quickly stole my attention. Distractedly I stood to take the fresh bread to the table. The tray I was holding hit the side of the oven and fell to the floor, slipping from my fingers. The loaves fell into the edge of the flames and my fingers scrambled to pick up the scorched bread.
"What have you done stupid boy?" her hand found my ear and reefed me to my feet.
"It was an accident, I didn't mean to..." she began dragging me across the room by my ear to the back door, the blackened loaves clutched in my hands.
"I don't want to hear it Peeta! Throw it to the pigs."
She pushed me out the door and slammed it behind her. I looked at the loaves, then to the pigs. I began tearing bits off the first loaf to throw to the pigs when I noticed small clothes in the mud. Not far from the clothes was a shivering figure.
I threw some of the first loaf to the pigs, but the girl huddled beneath the tree was the centre of my attention. I picked up the other two loaves, they were only slightly scorched on one end.
Without a second thought, I threw them to the shivering girl. Her eyes darted to the bread then slowly to me. She held my gaze for a few seconds before scrambling to the bread on the ground.
I threw the rest of the burnt loaves to the pigs and walked inside.