The first day of highschool is always going to be hard, especially entering as a sophomore into a new highschool . In a new city. In a new country. Compared to school in the uk, this is going to be a drastic change. I just hope my past can't catch up to me, but how can it? I now live 3000 miles away with my aunt and uncle.
Well, let me introduce myself first, I am Peeta Mellark and this is my first day of highschool.
The thoughts that swirled through my head, were ones that were not needed. Especially as I need to get ready for the upcoming day. They didn't help nor sooth yet set a light the raw nerves which seem to have consumed my torso. I can honestly say, I felt a bit sick. But who wouldn't? Right?
The school I would now be attending is called, 'district two'. What a strange name for a highschool. I looked at myself in the mirror, before stripping down, ready to hop in the shower. In some ways I was grateful for my mothers cold and harsh demeanour. The fact that she forced me to lift 100kg bags of flour, each morning, meant that my body had developed quite nicely. Despite this, it never justified the way she treated me, the hurt she cause, to her own son? No, I can't think of this, I have a new life now. New life, clean slate. Well I hope…..
Half an hour later I was dressed and ready. I looked at myself in the hall mirror, I looked good. Clad in a white armani top and skinnies with white converse. I thought I looked pretty good. Not to mention I had my gold Armani watch on, which was a going away present from my father.
"Are you ready Peeta? Your lunch money is on the table with your bag, i'll be in the car" Shouted my aunt.
Walking into the hallway, sure enough my bag and money was there. I slung my bag over my shoulder and pocketed the money. Stepping down my porch stairway, I was hit with a surge of nerves, which had my skin crawling enough to make me shiver. I hopped into the front seat of my aunts jag and gave her a small smile. It can't hurt to be polite, especially after what she has done for me.
The car smoothly pulled out of the driveway and rounded the near corner. The peaceful blanket of silence which had been laid upon us was relaxing. It gave me time to think, my first lesson was English literature, which I was quite please about as I thoroughly enjoyed English lessons. My second lesson would be art. This, I was elated about, I absolutely loved art, yet what daunted me was that I was put in junior classes for both of these lessons. These lessons will be followed by math and history. Im in a junior class for them also. Not like there was any pressure on me in the first place…..
The car smoothly pulled up to the school. I gave my aunt one last nervous smile before saying "I'll see you at three" She just smiled and nodded, and I slipped out from the car.
The school looked massive, daunting quite frankly. Students were littered around quietly conversing and going about their social matter. You could clearly distinguish the type of 'cliques' that were around. On the stairwell up to the school there was a group of cheerleaders. Now, don't get me wrong, they were all attractive yet, not my type…
Gliding up the stairs, I looked toward the pack of girls. One blonde girl giggled and waved, so I shyly waved back. All of the others soon began to wave. I smirked and turned back.
Walking into the school, I quickly found the main office where I was to pick up a list of the classrooms that also had my schedule on. Turning around from the desk, I bumped into a taller person who was as solid as a brick. I fell onto my ass and my papers got scattered over the floor.
"Erm, I-im sorry, I wasnt looking", I flushed, quite frankly embarrassed.
"No, no, it was my fault" A smooth, almost silky voice replied.
I dared a chance and looked up to him. He was also kneeling down yet still towered over me, he must have been at least a foot taller. A smile was graced on his chiseled features. I met his eyes, they sent warmth through me, they were a deep oceanic blue colour. I started to go red with embarrassment and quickly gathered my things and stood.
He also stood and I turned to walk away, but he had lain a hand on my shoulder and spun me around. His face held a look of hurt, this unintentionally hurt me. My face probably held a look of sadness and confusion as his face softened.
"Look, i'm going to tell you straight…..I bumped into you on purpose, you're new here right?" I nodded " Thought so, I haven't seen no one as near as cute as you in this school"
I flushed at the comment, not knowing how to deal with this sort of thing…
"Whats your name?" He smoothly spoke.
"P-Peeta,", I stuttered, oh how i hated that.
A small smile played along his lips as he said, " Well, its nice to meet you, I'm Cato. I'll show you around? If you don't mind. I'd like to get to know you better, especially as I love your english accent"
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