You feel a weight lifted off your shoulders as you finally leave the school. You were so glad you were finishing your education soon. If you had to do another year, you would run away into the woods.

As your walking home, you sense a pair of eyes following your movement. You turn around and notice the bakers boy, Peeta, awkwardly turning away as if he didn't even notice you.

You slowly stride up to him, a concerned look splashed over your face. "Were you following me?" You ask the boy.