Growing up, Peeta seemed to have the life that most wanted in his district as he wasn’t the poorest and was fortunate enough to have more than others. With this not so looked down on life, it came with some dark sides too. Being raised in a bakery meant he had to be GOOD at what he does, and make little to no mistakes. But for Peeta and his brothers still being so young, of course they’re gonna make more errors than his parents would. Their father was pretty understanding for the most part, and rarely took his anger out on his sons. Instead, he was more open to sharing his criticism and talking them through it. Their mother on the other hand was not afraid to raise a hand to her boys. Peeta vividly remembers the day his mom first hit him, he was only 5 and burnt his first loaf of bread. This sent his mother into a flaming rage that only had one outcome. Slapping her son across the face to knock the nonsense out of him. Because how dare he waste all those good ingredients on one loaf of burnt bread. Ever since then, Peeta has been terrified of making any mistakes, but occasionally still does and suffers through the consequences. Even though life was like this for him, he still learnt to grow up as a loving boy, and to show respect to whomever he needs to. Peeta wasn’t afraid of anything more than turning against anyone for no reason at all. Being the day of the reaping, Peeta has been on his toes all day, anxious to see who would be picked for the annual hunger games this year. The game was a stupid thought to him, he hated the whole concept but it is what it is. He dragged his way into the kitchen of the bakery and threw on his apron, making small eye contact with his brothers who were also in the kitchen. He got a glance of his mother and kept his head down as she walked to the front counter to commune with Maeve, boy was Peeta paranoid. “Well hello there lovely.” Mrs. Mellark exclaimed, showing a subtle smile. Peeta started mixing some ingredients together, listening to his mother talk to the customer. Man had he wished his mother’s work personality had stuck with her when she spoke to her sons, but for now he just had to listen to her love anyone but her family.