High School for Hunger Games

A/N: Hi to all of the people who will bother to read this! This is what I think school would be like, and some of the characters may seen OOC, like Katniss. There still will be the Games in this story, just a little later on, my plan will unfold... mwahahaha! ;) have fun reading!

Chapter One – Benches

(Katniss' PoV)

I was so damn ready to go to school after the holiday it was unreal. I really wanted to see all of my friends since over the holiday I had been hunting, stocking up for the harsh winter that we always had. But anyway, back to the story. I had just grabbed my bag and was heading downstairs to find Prim, my little sister, who was starting at my school today.

"Prim! If you don't come here NOW you're being left here with mother!"

Just coming, Katniss! I knew you were eager to see your boyfriend but not that eager!"

I ignored her little side comment. Typical her. I looked through the hall-way and saw a blonde-haired Primrose come running down the hall, carrying her bag on her shoulder. She looked so cute, and she looked so much younger than she really was in her school uniform. She was 13 years old, but still younger than most of her friends, because her birthday was later in the year. At 17, I was allowed to wear what I wanted in school. Yay for me!

I flung open the front door, breathing in the fresh air.

"Bye mother, see you later!"

"Bye, have you got everything? And most importantly Prim?"

"Yes, how could I forget? See you!"

And then once my mother had finally gotten over the fact that I wasn't going to ditch Prim for Peeta, she let us out of the door. I had finally started my second-to-last year at school.

I walked into the gates of my school, trying to find my friends in the chaos. Prim had gone off with her friends she could find. I let her to get herself organized. I looked over the top of the people in the court-yard, and saw a boy, much taller than me, dark long-ish hair. My best child-hood friend. And hunting partner. Gale. I walked over to him, and he enveloped me in the smell of forest and leather.

"Hey there Catnip."

"Hey yourself."

"Have you shrunk on me again? Every year is the same..." he said, a cheeky glint in his eye.

"No, You've just gone and grown again. Like every year. Duh."

I winked at him and went off to find Finnick and Peeta. The two blonde idiots were basking in the last of the September sun, which was a rarity around here. They were sat on a bench, backs against the bench. I walked up, dropped my bag on theirs (not that they cared) and sat down on both of their laps and relaxed onto both of their chests.

"Hey Katniss," Peeta said. His curly hair as crazed as his personality.

"How'd you know?"

"You're the only one who would sit with us; our reputation is of the status: 'hot-lunatics'."

Finnick's laugh joined in the conversation. I looked over to him and saw his sea coloured eyes looking at me intently.

"Actually," Finnick stated, "she's the only one insane enough to sit with us. But she's pretty lucky. Looks like our reputation is still as strong as ever..."

I followed his gaze, and saw three girls, one mousy brown, the other two blonde. If you could call them blonde though. The roots were almost black, so they'd obviously forgotten to re-dye. And they were all wearing a stupid amount of make-up. Medusa better watch out... she has some fierce competition. The scowls on their faces were enough to make a dog cry, if dog could cry that is. Damn, they were nasty scowls, and all directed at me. Great. I had just gotten over some crazed whacko called Derek who bullied me, he thought it would boost his reputation if he mocked the dead members of my family. But that's in the past now. Now I just ignore sense-less idiots.

I looked away from Medusa's competition and saw that we were being called into classes. I went over to Mrs Whitetop to get my sheet that told me my schedule and my class. I looked at the crisp white sheet, and saw at the top that I had been placed in 12W with Mr Wright. He was the coolest teacher at school. He had never given a single detention in his life. And that was saying something. He was wrinkly. Ancient. White-haired. To sum up: OLD.

I got Finnick's and Peeta's papers as well and then looked at the top. They were also in 12W! All I now needed was Gale in our class and then that's all four of us. I walked over to the bench were the boys were sitting, since Gale had joined them. From the grin on his face, it looked like he had gotten everyone's favourite teacher: Mr Wright. I handed Finnick's and Peeta's papers to them.

"Catnip, who'd you get?"

"Mr Wright, and so did those two," I said, pointing at the blonde idiots.

"That means the 'nightmare squad' are back in business."

Us four were called the nightmare squad because we just mucked about in lessons, and all of the teachers knew who we were, and not for any good reasons, as you can imagine. I held up my hand in gesture for a high-five, and the other three high-fived me back. I picked up my bag and slung it over my shoulder. Mr Wright was going to have one hell of a year with us!

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