"Hey guys! Basically I'm rewriting THG series but with switched roles: Peeta is a Seam boy (he will be starving but will look the same, blonde hair, blue eyes, muscular and tall, and still has a crush on Katniss) but Primrose will be his sister, not Katniss's. Katniss is a merchant with an abusive mother AND father (like Peeta she'll keep her original looks and will be really skinny because of having broken ribs and lack of feeding from her parents.) She will be madly in love with Peeta. She has 2 older brothers, Milan and Venus. They are the only people who actually take care of her. I will change the story a bit. Enjoy!

-Marika

Chapter 1-Remembering

Katniss POV

I wake up to a hard kick in the ribs. Most people would scream if they were woken up like this, but I'm so used to it that I can't imagine what it would be like without it. I slowly open my eyes and am not surprised to see my father standing in boots with a stern look on his face.

As always I think.

"Get up and bake the bread. We have customers" he says, kicking me more. I often wonder if my brothers have a good reason not to get involved with my parents beating me. But I'm not surprised the same doesn't happen to them. Mom was originally a Seam girl with merchant looks. She met my dad, married him even though she knew he wanted to marry someone else. Erin Mellark. People say that she was once very beautiful, and that she was best friends with the merchant twins, Maysilee and Maytreyee. The three were apparently very beautiful and always attached by the hip until Maysilee was reaped for the 2nd Quarter Quell games, which she didn't survive. "My oldest (now dead) brother pointed her out to me on my first day of school.

11 years ago…

"Hey Will, you see that little boy over there?" I nodded, following his line of vision to see a slightly taller boy with ash blonde hair and baby blue eyes. "Daddy wanted to marry his mom, but she went off with a coal miner."

"I'm not surprised, you know?"

"Why not?"

At his question I rolled down my socks to reveal my ankles, which were swollen and covered in bruises."What happened there, Will?" Rye always called me Will, a nickname for my middle name, Willow.

"Daddy kicked me and tripped me over," I whisper "But I'm used to it"

Rye looked angry. Like he was ready to punch someone. After a minute silence he spoke up.

"I'll talk to him at home ok?"

I nodded, hugging him tightly. Little did I know that the next time I see him he'll be dead.

Present Day

Today is the day of my 5th reaping. This year my name is in the pool 40 times, even though I don't actually need tesserae, considering I'm a merchant. It's not like I look like one. I have the typical Seam look, unlike any of my family. That's one of the reasons I'm the house slave. Another one is because I'm a girl. And the other one is because I'm an accident. Ever since Rye pointed out the boy on the first day of school, I grew to have a pretty intense crush on him. I feel like he already knows about it, considering that I stare at him a lot of the time, but I've only ever spoken to him once, and although he probably doesn't remember it, I do and won't ever forget...

5 years ago…

I was baking inside our small business, waiting for the bread to cook. I was talking to one of my brothers, Venus, when suddenly he stopped and called mom over."Mom! One of those bratty kids is looking through our trash again!" he said, and mom rushed straight to the door. She started shouting insults to him while I cooked the bread, and when I looked in the direction of my mother, I say a glimpse of ash blonde hair. I watched as he slowly walked away. Mom was still cursing under her breath when she came back inside, commenting on how she's sick of having children from families with too many to feed looking through our trash.But I couldn't help but feel sorry for the boy. I peaked outside and saw him.

Peeta Mellark.

Then I did something I should have regretted, but I didn't. I deliberately dropped the bread into the flame and to make it look accidental, I tried to dig it out of the fire. I got my arm severely burned, but the bread, apart from a few black areas, was perfectly fine. I knew that my parents would beat me for it, but I thought it may be worth it.

"Katniss. Upstairs. Now!" my father called.

I slowly walked upstairs, still holding onto the two loaves of burnt bread. The second the door closed behind my father, he lifted his foot and kicked me in the rib cage. But that wasn't it. He started hitting me with a rolling pin, and I screamed. Then I realised that the window was open. And when you looked outside, you could still see the boy. He was looking up now, probably trying to find out where the screams came from. After about 10 minutes of beating, dad walked downstairs, making sure to lock the door on the way out.But I was still determined to give the bread to Peeta. I grabbed some ice, put it on my cheek, then put on a black hoodie and put the hood up. It was Milan's hoodie, so it was much too big for me, but it did the trick. I put the bread into the large pocket and started climbing out of the window. The bricks were sticking out, so it was fairly simple at first, but in the last 7 feet, I was forced to jump down. When I did, I felt a crack in my left heel, and at that point I was sure it was broken. But I walked up to the boy. Before I even got to the tree under which he was sitting under, he began talking.

"Are you ok? Looked like a pretty painful fall a second ago."

"I'll live. Mind if I sit?"

"Course not"

I sat down net to him and he started talking to me again.

"What did you do for your father to hit you like that?"

"I dropped bread into the fire." I muttered, barely audible, but loud enough for him to hear.

"Oh…"

I took out the loaves from my pockets and handed them to him.

"Take these. You look hungry." I said.

"T-thank you" he stuttered, "But won't your parents notice?"

"Doubt it. And even if they do, the most they can do is beat me again"

He remained silent for a moment, and was probably about to say something in response, but never got to it because my father came bursting out of the back door.

"KATNISS WILLOW EVERDEEN" he roared.

I quickly passed the bread to Peeta.

"Run!" I whisper-shouted. He quickly took off and bolted while my father picked me up by the neck and started hitting me against the trunk of the tree. After about 11 hits my brothers sprinted outside and tried to get him off me. By then I was starting to lose consciousness.

Present Day

I go downstairs and start making breakfast: mint water. But I'm not prepared for what awaits downstairs…

Peeta POV

I wake up to Prim screaming. I'm honestly not surprised; today's the day of her first reaping. Although we barely have enough to eat, I would never let her take tesserae. She's the only person I'm 100% sure I love, and I can't risk losing her. So I take tesserae for her, meaning my name is in the pool 22 times. After calming Prim down, I leave for the woods outside of District 12. Ever since my father died 5 years ago, I had to put food on the table alone. all those years only one person had helped me…my all-time crush, Katniss Everdeen.

5 years ago…

It was during the worst time. My father had died in a mining explosion just over 3 months ago. My mother was expected to start working again after 1 month, but that never happened. All she would ever do was sit motionless, her eyes staring at a fixed point in the distance. No begging from Prim helped.

One day in January I was walking around trying to sell some of Prim's old clothes, hoping to make at least enough money to get a bit of meat, or maybe a loaf of bread. But by the end of the day, I still had nothing. On the way home, I looked through some of the bins, hoping to find unwanted scraps of food, but I found nothing. I tried to look through the bakery bins, but instead of food I found a screaming baker's wife barging straight out of the door. She threw insults saying how she was sick and tired of kids from families with too many to feed digging through her bins. The words were so ugly I had no comeback. As I was leaving I caught a glimpse of brown hair from a girl behind her. I recognised her almost immediately. Katniss Everdeen. By the time I got to the tree neighbouring the bakery I couldn't walk anymore. I sat there, mourning over my life. In that time I could hear an argument in the bakery but was too weak to turn around. Until I heard a bloodcurdling scream from upstairs of the bakery. I turned around to watch a weak Katniss get beaten by her father. When he left, she began climbing out of the window. We talked and she gave me bread. When I asked if her if her parents would notice she said,

"Doubt it. And even if they did the most they could do is beat me."

I was shocked at this. No parent should ever hit their child! I wanted to tell her to do something about it, but before I got to even begin speaking the door flung open and her father burst out.

"KATNISS WILLOW EVERDEEN!" he roared. I tried to hide my fear. I wanted to stand up to him, but before I got the chance to get up, Katniss shoved the bread into my arms and whisper-shouted "Run!"

I decided to obey, even though I knew I should stay and try to help her avoid a punishment. But she wanted me to do so. And that's exactly what I did. Curiosity had the best of me, though, so after running about 200 meters I turned around, and instantly regretted it. I saw Katniss, with her father clutching her collar tightly while smashing her head against the tree we just sat under. I wanted to go back. I wanted to go back desperately. But I couldn't. No matter how much I tried.The next time I saw her was not even an hour later. We were slowly eating the bread from the bakery (which it turned out wasn't badly burnt, only a thin layer of crust was burnt) when we heard a desperate series of knocks on the door. To my surprise, mom got up and answered it. I couldn't hear the actual conversation, but the tone was desperate. After 2 minutes of talking, my mom spoke up.

"Peeta clear the table!" and then turned to the people at the door and said, "bring her in"

As fast as I could, I cleared the table and wiped down the table with water. 2 boys were carrying a small girl, covered in bruises, her skin a pale shade of blue in the unbruised areas.

It was Katniss.

My heart stopped. This looked nothing like the girl that saved my life just over an hour ago. She wasn't that skinny before, unless…Of course! Earlier she was wearing a large hoodie, covering up her skinniness (is that even a word?).

Mom quickly sent me away, knowing I wouldn't be able to bear watching. But I wanted to stay. She saved me, and I wanted to repay her. I never got to. Mom pushed me away. So I spent the rest of the night in the bedroom listening to the continuous hassle going on a few meters behind the door.

Present Day

That day often appears in my nightmares. And I can't help but think what it would have been like if I never went to the bakery. If she never met me, those scars wouldn't exist. Or would they?

So, what do you think? I'll try to update 4-5 times a week, but no promises, because I have exams coming up pretty soon. Also can you guys give me ideas in the reviews? I have a bunch but I feel they won't be enough.

"Next chapter estimated 21/03!