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"Have fun at camp! Don't get killed." My brother calls as he pushes me out of his car. My parents were too busy packing for their trip. Of course! They get to go on a trip but I'm stuck at stupid summer camp. I grab my suitcases and he drives off. I walk towards the ever growing crowd of summer campers and wait for instruction. I bump into a girl with olive skin and black braided hair.
"I'm so sorry." I say, falling back. She simply nods and turns back to the man in front. I sigh and wait for the gray-headed man to shut up so I can find my torture cell. Once the man shuts up, I walk to the registration table.
"Name please?" A woman asks. She has black hair and dark skin. She smiles, flashing her white teeth.
"Peeta Mellark." I say.
"Mellark, Mellark." She mumbles as she looks down her list. "Oh! You'll be in cabin 2B"
"Thank you." I say with a smile. She smiles back and I'm on my way to the cabin. After a few minutes of searching I find the cabin. It seems kinda small on the outside. The big green vine running down the front seems a bit sketchy. I sigh and open the brown,creaky door.
"Oh gee the first brat." A man says once I'm inside. He looks like he's a mess. He has black hair and gray eyes that seem to burn through me. To me he looks like he's in his mid to late twenties. "I'm Haymitch, after a minor incident I am now stuck being a counselor at a stupid summer camp."
"Umm Hi?" I say confused. Aren't counselors supposed to be supportive?
"Choose any bunk." Haymitch says, sitting down in a chair with a magazine. I choose the bunk farthest from the door. I put my stuff on the bed and fall onto the bed. This is going to be horrible I just know it. The door opens and I look up. An olive skinned boy walks in.
"Is this cabin 2B?" The boy says. Wow. This boy is quite the looker. Haymitch does his little spiel on how much he hates his job and then let's him choose his bunk. He chooses the bunk next to mine. I gasp. He is hot. I don't think I've ever met someone as hot as him.
The boy sits on his bunk and starts to unpack. How should I spark up a conversation? Hi, I'm Peeta? No, too direct. That Haymitch guy is really weird? No, too awkward. The door creaks as it is opened again. A tan skinned boy walks in.
"Hey, I'm Finnick." He says with a wink. Was he flirting with me? I kinda hope he was.
"I'm Peeta." I say. Haymitch doesn't even bother to get up. Finnick chooses the bunk above me and sits on my bunk.
"Who's he?" Finnick asks, pointing to the boy. The boy turns to look at us with a cold look.
"The name's Gale." He says. The name bounces around in my head.
"Someone seems a bit cranky." Finnick says. "There's always a way to fix that." He says with a wink. Gale smirks. "Looky there. I got a smile out of the big grouch." Finnick teases.
"Who's who?" Gale asks, looking at both of us.
"I'm Finnick." Finnick says.
"I-I'm Peeta." I stutter. How smooth.
"H-He's Peeta." Finnick jokes.
"Not funny!" I say. Finnick chuckles to himself.
"Very funny actually. No need to be grouchy." He says with a grin.
"Who's that guy?" Finnick asks, pointing at Haymitch.
"Our counselor." I say. Finnick opens his mouth to greet him when Haymitch raises a finger.
"Don't speak to me." He says. This is going to be an interesting summer, I can sense it.
