Oh great. Another Monday morning. Another day of having to listen to my mother bark orders at me in the bakery. Another day of spending all of my time baking bread. Another day- wait a second. I jump out of my bed and throw my fists in the air.
I can't believe I forgot! I can't believe it's finally here! At long last, the day I've been looking forward to since I've heard of it has come! It's my first day of school! I will no longer be stuck here alone with my parents!
I run over to my dresser and rifle through my drawers of clothes looking for my favorite pair of pants and shirt: jeans shorts and an orange shirt. I've been keeping this outfit hidden away so I couldn't wear it and then dirty it up with flour or other stuff in the bakery. Then I throw open my door and run down the hallway to the staircase, but end up running into my mother.
"Peeta!" she snarls, "Why are you running?!"
I snap back without thinking, "I'm trying to hurry up for my first day of school!" But I realize my mist
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