Here's the first chapter, hope you'll like it! I don't own THG, any direct quotes from the book would be italized.

As I was kneading the dought, I saw her. She was her normal self, her braid at her left-shoulder, wearing her brown hunting jacket and her small leather sling bag. The rabbit and squirrels hanging at her belt shows that she had been hunting. And Gale. Seeing him beside her, I instantly felt the thing I've always felt towards Gale. Jealously.
I knew it was not fair on his side, he didn't know me, and he hadn't done anything to me. But I did know Katniss. Not only know her- I admire her. In truth? I love her.
"Peeta." The sound of my father's voice interrupted my train of thought. As soon as I heard him, I clearly knew why he called me. I've been kneading the dough for too long. I quickly discarded that one and started working on a new. It wasn't wasting, we could bake that and eat it for our own. At least it wouldn't be stale.
After finishing the lot and putting the trays of bread in the oven, I quickly washed my hands and went to the back.
"Watch the bread" I called out to Marcus. He would know.
I quickly started on frosting the wedding cake of Thalia and Derrick, friends of ours. Frosting has always been fun for me. And strategic. It has helped me put my mind off of things, mostly of Katniss. Katniss.

It was the first day of school. I was starting Kindergarten. I was with my father. I love my father. He'd always showed me he cared.
We were waiting to line up, and I saw her.
"See that little girl?"
he said "I wanted to marry her mother, but she ran off with a coal miner."
"A coal miner?"
I said "Why did she want a coal miner if she could've had you?"
My father said "when he sings, even the birds stop to listen."
Then at the music assembly that day, our teacher asked who knew the valley song, and I saw her hand shoot straight up in the air. She stood at the stool and sang it for us. And I heard the birds fall silent.
Katniss Everdeen.

I was brought back to reality when I smudged the icing flower. I've been daydreaming of Katniss again. I fixed the flower, and thought to myself. I've known Katniss all my life. Since we were five, to be exact. And ever since that, I knew I love her.
I recall all those times when I tried to talk to her, to tell her. But I had to be shy. I would look at her, but all the time she would catch me looking at her, and I had to shy away.

It was raining hard. I was working at the bakery, baking bread. And I heard it. My mother's screaming. I looked out to see why she was, and saw her. Katniss.
She looked so thin, so tired. Her hollow cheeks clearly stated that she hadn't eaten for days. We were only eleven, but I knew that she was dealing with enough.
My mother left to go back to the bakery, but I stayed put as I watched her walk slowly to the old apple tree just beside our pig pen. It was all clear that I had to do something.
I walked in the bakery, to put the tray of the bread I've been kneading to the oven. And purposely burnt it. My mother saw what happened, and hit me on my cheek. It hurt, but it was worth it.
"Feed it to the pig, you stupid creature." she yelled "Why not? No one decent will buy burned bread."
And I did. After throwing the first bread at the pen, I looked back at the bakery. My mother wasn't there anymore. And, quickly, I threw the bread towards her.

Thinking about it now, throwing the bread at her wasn't the smartest thing I could've done. I should went to her. Who cares if I get wet with the rain? I should've done that. I should've done that.
Frustrated, I've left my work and went up to my room. I wasn't doing a good job, so why even bother?
I paced my room, and after awhile went to the only window in my dull room. It was dusty, as all of District 12 is. And I saw her.

We were in school, a few days after giving her the bread. My cheek was still throbbing with pain from my mother's lashing, but I've come to accept it as a good pain. Katniss was her usual self. I looked at her, catching the faint color of gray in her eyes when she looked away. I was still watching her as she turned around and bent down. Picking up a dandelion.

Katniss was walking alone now, scowling. I've always thought what she would look when she would smile, seeing her do so would be rare. I did see her once, she was with Gale. I quickly knew that Gale did that. He made her smile. And I envied him. I wanted to be that- the one person who could make her smile.

First things first: sorry for the very straightforward start. Secondly, to all you reading this, thanks! And, lastly (and IMPORTANTLY) Please review! Thanks!