Warnings: Strong Language

A/N: I have seen the lack of stories in Peeta's POV, therefore I have created this. I have every chapter already written, so whenever I can I will update. It will most likely be every Friday though. If I am late, I will apologize. However, I do not have internet at my home, and I borrow my best friend's internet, so I will try my best.

I also have tried to make these as long as I can. However, I use wordpad because I have no Microsoft Word, so it does not have word count. I just write and whatever length it is on the editor, is the length, although I will try to fix it.

Another problem is I am GIRL NOT A BOY. I will attempt as much as possible to keep it sounding like a male. I will also attempt to keep them like themselves, but I cannot promise anything. And I don't know the names of Peeta's family members, so I made them up.

And the Mockingjay is an actual bird in this story.

Anyways, I will allow you to read.

Chapter One

Ah, a new school! Great!

If you couldn't tell, that was sarcasm.

My name is Peeta Mellark. I am seventeen, about five foot eight inches, I have blonde hair, and I have blue eyes. I just moved here to North Carolina from Florida. I live with my parents, Lilian and Lance Mellark, and and my brothers, Roy and Samuel. Roy is twenty-two, and is in his last year of collage. Samuel, or Sam as I call him, is onlythirteen, and is in his last year of middle school.

As we pulled up to the school, I realized the school mascot was of the Mockingjay. I smiled. I always loved listening to Mockingjays. They sung beautifully.

"Peeta!" My mother yelled at me, breaking me of my thoughts.

"Yes, Mother?" I asked, looking at her with hatred in my eyes, although I had a fake smile.

"You need to hurry your ass up if you don't want to be late." Mother said harshly.

"I will not be late." I said calmly.

"Whatever." She said, rolling her eyes. "Say goodbye to Samuel and get out of the damn car."

I sighed at my mother's behavior. She was always this way, and that is why we always move. I bring a girl home to meet her, she scares them away, and I get bullied until my father has enough of it and makes us move yet again.

I give my brother a quick hug, saying "Have a good day and I'll pick you up on my walk home seeing as mother will be working."

Sam smiled, hugging back instantly, and adding: "You too Peeta!"

"Now get your ass out of my fucking car." My mother said. I rolled my eyes, but grabbed my black backpack and getting out, slamming the door on purpose.

"And don't slam the damn door!" She yelled out the window before she sped off. I sighed. My mother might hate me, but deep down I still love her.

"Hey bro! You new?" I jumped at the voice behind me, and sped around, breathing heavily.

"You scared me." I said.

"Oops." the boy said. I rolled my eyes. "Sorry about that."

"It's okay." I said. "By the way, yes I am new. And my name is Peeta. Peeta Mellark."

"Names Finnick Odair." the boy said.

"Nice to meet you." I smiled.

"Would you like to meet some of my friends?" He asked nicely.

"I am super sorry, but I have to go get my-"

"Schedule! Thats right!" Finnick said. "I'll go with. Gotta say hi to my girlfriend anyways."

"Okay."

We ended up getting to know each other better in the five minutes it took to get to the office. Upon entering, I saw the most beautiful girl ever.

She had long brown hair that was put into a side braid, and it looked absolutely beautiful. She also had on jeans, hunting boots, a camoflauge t-shirt, and a hunting jacket. It was a good outfit for her.

"Brooooooo." Finnick said quietly, stopping us right at the door.

"What?" I asked, looking at him quizically.

"You were eyeing Katniss." He said, now smirking.

"Who?" I ask, although I have an idea of who he's talking about.

"Katniss Everdeen. The brunette helping my girl, Annie Cresta." Finnick said.

I sighed, "Okay, yea. Katniss is cute."

"Looks like you'll fit in perfectly." He said, and went to his girlfriend. I went up the secretary, or one of them, and asked for my schedule. I learned his name to be Seneca Crane, or just Seneca.

As I walked to my class, I thought to myself:

May the odds be ever in your favor.

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