Authors Note - Hello, I guess my summary intrigued you to come and read my story! So this is my first story and I would appreciate all support, comments and critism since it would help me develop more skills in my writing. So feel free to give me ideas of what I can add to the story. And this is just the beginning... Alright enough with that... hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer - I do not own any of the hunger games characters or story, all of the credit goes to Suzanne Collins.
I travelled up slowly pounding my feet across the rusty, old, broken so called staircase. Searching to my right I find a brown railing, which has been there since as far as my mind can remember. Sighing I grabbed it with my fingertips and slogged further up the stairs, only to win me a screech from the case.
"Couldn't they just build a new one for Christ Sakes, or is that too much to ask?" I grumbled to myself, so only the tips of my eardrums could hear.
"Katniss, what are you grousing about again?"
I guess not, I swear she has my mom's hearing abilities. Literally I could be miles down in the woods and she'd catch every word I say.
Turning swiftly round in my tracks; looking down, my grey eyes scan her gentle, innocent face only to connect with her mirthful blue eyes peering up at me.
"Prim, it's nothing, I was just wondering about if they ever reinvigorate the staircase that's all" I say blowing hair out of my face and repositioning the strands behind my left ear with my three fingers.
My sister Prim and I were a lot different, but in a good way of course, we just didn't have the facial features and the personality, in fact we were so different that you wouldn't think we were sisters at all. You see, I am more like my father, strong, brave and independent. Whereas Prim on the other hand is more of a kind, loving and a very social able person. She has got long, thick blond hair just like the daffodils that are ready to bloom in the start of spring, bright blue merry eyes just like her mother when she used to see my father coming through the door with a bunch of flowers packed in his hands. She has very light skin with a couple of freckles complimenting her skin, she is very pretty indeed; she's also a natural healer, she went and studied in a private school to show of her talent and somehow ending up in this place, she's only fourteen. I however I'm eighteen, with long dark black hair usually braided in its natural form, dangling indolently down on my right shoulder, olive skin and stone coloured grey eyes like my father had.
My father was my only hope for the future, he was the one who taught me how to swim, Use a bow and arrow, and found any kind of survival skills he could muster up from his own experience. But then he got into a car crash and passed away around seven years ago. I was only eleven and Prim was seven. From then on my mother found it hard to socialize to people since her love for my father was so strong she couldn't cope, eventually she moved into a different state along with little Prim, so I rarely get to see any of them unless you count once in a month, or school only sometimes though. I'll never forgive her for leaving me here when I needed her the most.
That's why I don't trust anyone anymore or socialize since I've never been good at any of it anyway. But most of all I despise love, all it does is tears you apart leaving nasty scars that will never heal up properly. I do not want to end up like my mother, full of sorrow and guilt, but for what? I will never answer that question.
Clearing my thoughts I proceed on the last step, glancing to my right only to find a hand written number four plastered on the jagged wall, soon enough realizing that I have another set of stairs to glide up on, to get to my class.
"Great, one more stair case for me", I mutter under my breath, settling the strap of my bag further up my shoulder, to release the pain it caused by piercing into my skin, making a bright pink colour to thee eye.
"Why do you always whine like that? Because I sincerely don't get it?" Prim asks as she sets her small foot on the last stair case, to where I was standing.
My lips rose up slowly forming into a small smile, patting the top of her blonde hair "It doesn't matter little duck, I'll tell you when we get home okay?" I say folding in her hanging t-shirt, "Now go to class or you're going to be late".
She smiles up at me, then turns to the right and starts walking into her classroom, waving goodbye she shouts " I love you, bye!" and closes the door behind her.
Waiting for the click of the door I smile and murmur to myself "love you to Prim", my smile suddenly drops and forms into a hideous scowl, when I spin round and find that I have to walk up another set of stairs. Dreading the awful moment I began placing my right foot on the case grabbing the metal railing once again that looks as if it's going to shatter any moment. Step by step I finally made it on the fifth floor.
Sighing in relief, I started for the old wooden door that had a label tagged on it '501', flickering my hair outa my eyes once again I grabbed the rusty door knob and twisted it to my right, once again earning my a great squeak, wincing at the sound I snapped it open.
"Stupid door" I mumble to myself while closing it and waiting for that click to arrive. Turning round I began to scan the class, on the front right was Mr. Abernathy's desk, on the front left was another door, flickering my eyes to the middle I see the students that I am going to have stick with for an hour. Groaning with dissatisfaction, I step forward to find a rotten table with coffee mark stains, old tests that haven't yet been marked and a couple of pens and pencils scattered everywhere. Irritated by the appearance of so much mess my eyes peer over towards the right only to find bright ocean blue eyes gawking right at me.
Peeta Mellark, Jesus I had a real distaste towards him, he had bright, beaming, ocean blue eyes which stare down right into your soul, and as much as I hate to admit it I even sometimes get lost in them, which made me abhor myself even more. Dazzling blonde curly hair which dangled loosely in front of his forehead, lighter shade of skin than me and a very pronounced, masculine, strong jawline. Peeta worked as a baker down at the Mellarks bakery and since he picks up a hundred pound sack of flour every day, he is pretty broad for his age, not that I look at him anyway.
But the main issue I had with him was that he was always gazing at me as if I was the glue and he was stuck to me, he always smiles and I mean ALWAYS, I really feel sorry for his lips sometimes because he stretches them so much, and waves to me. Also as if not enough he hangs out with the popular kids, thus meaning that they annoy me. But overall he just always laughs at me and repeatedly asks if I need help. He just doesn't get that I can be responsible for myself, and I don't need a baby sitter either.
I quickly swipe my gaze down from his eyes and begin walking forwards towards the assigned seat next to him ' obviously it had to be next to him' grunting in my thoughts I drop my bag of my shoulders and reach my left arm towards the seat, grabbing it with my fingers I slide it back and bend down to sit on it. Groaning even more I push my body and chair forward towards the table, finally finishing in doing that I bend even further down to my right and open my bag to retrieve my books.
Slapping them down on the table, earning me a loud thump and a couple of dirty looks which I return by throwing both of my hands in the air "what?" I exclaim giving them the biggest indigent scowl I could muster up, making them drop their gaze back to Mrs. Trinket that's talking about pollution and what it is like to live in Antarctica.
I feel a slight poke at my elbow, turning my head towards Peeta, "what do you want?" I whisper towards him irritated by his sudden movement.
"Someone's having a bad day today, relax we will be out of here in no time" Peeta smiles brightly again while staring at the clock and then back at me again.
"Bad day? I don't seem to know what you're talking 'bout." I say quite bothered by his sudden complaint.
"You cannot lie to save your life, Katniss" he says proud of himself, turning his attention to our class.
'Who is he calling a liar' I think to myself, obviously offended by his statement.
"Who are you calling a liar Mellark?" I raise my voice just above the teachers.
He throws his hands up in the air as if to surrender. He is about to speak, when he gets interrupted by Mr. Abernathy and Mrs. Trinket.
"What are you two talking about, Katniss why did you raise your voice over mine?!" Mr. Abernathy speaks annoyed by the situation, watching my every move.
"It's not like you care anyways" I mutter under my breath, hearing Peeta chuckle a little bit, making my lips rise up slightly.
"What was that, what did you say?" Mr. Abernathy questions me, rising from his seat to stand next to the board.
Sliding my eyes slowly to Peeta's, taking in all his features, I see him slowly nodding his head left to right as if trying to tell me that I shouldn't speak out what I said. But why should I care any way.
"I said, why should you care anyways, all you do is sit on that darn old chair of yours shoving donuts in your mouth while little Trinket here does all the work" the classroom suddenly goes so quiet I literally could hear Peeta's heartbeat from where he is sat, ohh crap I said it didn't I, hey at least I gave him a piece of my mind. I see his eyes flare up as he stares at me, then they loosen in his drunken state.
"Ohh Don't get so riled up about this sweetheart, it's just class. Sit here so I can keep an eye on you, ohm and I will see you at my office for a detention!" He sarcastically shouts and points towards the empty table right in front of his desk.
Rolling my eyes and sighing in anger, I slap both of my hands on to the rough surface of the table; earning me a loud squeaky "That is Mahogany!" from dear Mrs. Trinket. Rolling my eyes again I bend down to grab my bag, only to pause when I hear another soft chuckle from Peeta. Shaking my head I began lazily walking to my now assigned seat; dropping my bags on the floor I slump into the seat and turn my head backwards to find Peeta staring at me, he quickly gazes down and stares at his fingers turning beet red. 'What the hell is his problem?" I wonder to myself, turning round again to find Mr. Abernathy staring at me ' oh great what now' I think to myself.
"Now that this childish behaviour has stopped, I will let Mrs. Trinket proceed-" he gets interrupted by a loud blast that has soon shook the whole building causing some students to lose their balance and illuminate the entire room so brightly that it began burning my irises, covering my eyes with my bare hands I drop down to the floor hitting the tops of my knees which would probably end up into big bruises, and hiding underneath the table. I started to hear loud shrieking screams and cries that sound as if all the vocal cords are being torn apart from each other that blew my eardrums.
It was unearthly, and I swear it all came from just outside that serrated window of ours…