A Little Piece Of Heaven [open]

Peeta woke as the sun played across his face from his open window. Opening his blue eyes he cursed him self for not shutting it and closing up his drapes. It was his only day off work with no school and of course he was up like a usual day. Flinging an arm across his face he tossed and turned for a good five minutes but his body was awake and buzzing. He finally let his arm fall down on to the bed away from his face. Eyes looking up at the ceiling wondering who was even up this early. Rolling over on his side he stared at his closed door for the longest time trying to hear if anyone else was up. He figured his parents and brothers were all ready in the bakery. Finally scooping him self out of bed he took of his nightshirt and threw on a clean white one. Grabbing some pants that were also clean he put those on too. His shoes were by his bedside and slid those on with no problem. Making his way to his bedroom door he looked around making sure that he had everything before departing.

Once out in the hallway he walked down a couple doors to the bathroom that he shared with his brothers. Just because they were Merchants didn’t mean they had mansions. Although everyone in the seam made it look that way. He overheard some kids talking at school how the richer side of town had hot water. This made Peeta want to laugh; yeah maybe they didn’t have to skimp around for food. But that didn’t mean they had hot water only in his wildest dreams would they have a luxury like that. Pushing the door open he let his feet carry him inside. The mirror was cracked a bit due to his older brothers rough housing. His mother had gone in to a hysterical fit when that happened. Glaring at him self he noticed his wavy blond locks were messy. He swore they never wanted to just lay flat and cooperate for once. Pushing a comb through his hair he tried to make the stragglers have a place to fit in. Finally he stuck his head under the faucet and towel dried his hair. If they weren’t going to be play nice he wasn’t either.

After brushing his teeth and getting ready for the day he walked down stairs. He could smell the sweet aroma of the bakery wafting in to the house. That was the one thing Peeta did enjoy about having both places connected. He always felt one with the bakery and he could get up right at the last minute to be at work on time. Grabbing a roll from a basket on the counter he ate it. Taking small bites and enjoying the bread that was still slightly warm. It wasn’t like the feasts they have in the capitol but it didn’t matter. Peeta didn’t need to have a bunch of fancy food in front of him that he could never eat all of. After finishing his breakfast he set out to find something to do.

As he was about to leave he ran back up to his room shoving his paints, brushes and other supplies in to his bag. Canvas and easel in hand he rushed out before being detected by anyone. It was a wonder why he hadn’t thought about painting today before. Letting his feet take him to the town square there were to many people out. He wanted to paint something less busy today being able to take his time with out being gawked at. So he slowly made his way up to Victors Village. It was a little hike but nothing he couldn’t handle plus he wasn’t in a rush to get anywhere. Standing out side the place he knew better than to enter but it was close enough for him to paint the ghost town. As much as the houses were kept up and the outsides were beautiful only one person occupied the rows of houses. So he set up his paints and got to work peeking around every now and then to make sure no one was around. Painting was his dirty little secret, since the last time he showed his mother, which had been years ago. She ripped it up and threw it in the garbage.