Yes another story where Panem is a high school! I know I already have one but Azalea (TogetherWeCanFly) told me that she's been wanting to write one but she doesn't have time. That's where I come in! XD So the first chapter is written by Azalea; here it is! Please review!

P POV

Sometimes I still dream of her. I still wonder what she's doing. If she still sings, if she still dances, if she still plays her guitar. If she still thinks about me. Of course, I wouldn't blame her if she didn't. It's been about six years. She used to write letters to me, telling me about all the new songs she was learning and all the competitions she had won, and she always ended the letters by saying how much she missed me. At ten years of age, the letters came at least once a month. By the time we turned eleven, though, they only came two or three times a year. Twelve, once a year. Something I would look forward to and wait for every year. By the time we were thirteen, the letters became nonexistent. As if she had just forgotten about me. Or worse, maybe she stopped caring. I never will, though; she was my best friend, after all.

"Peeta, get up!" my mother yells from the kitchen. "You don't want to be late for the first day, do you?"

Actually, mother, I wouldn't mind that at all. However, I stand up and trudge to my closet. I pull on a simple T-shirt and jeans and run my fingers through my hair. In case you're wondering, I haven't always been this way. I used to look forward to the first day of school. That is, until she left. Then I started hating school. At first, my only friend was Madge, but then we eventually started finding new friends. I befriended Gale, for example, after Madge confessed that she had a crush on him. She wouldn't talk to me for days, but she eventually warmed up to the idea of just being friends with him.

I grab my bag and run downstairs. As soon as I sit down at the table, my mother hits me shoulder.

"Don't even think about it!" she hisses. "You don't have time for breakfast!"

"I'll just-"

"Go to school!" she cuts in. "Now!"

"Fine," I sigh, standing up and heading for the door.

The entire walk is pretty lonely because one of my brothers graduated last year, and my other brother left a few minutes before me. The town is already full with people hurrying to work or walking their young children to school. I recognize quite a few of them, but that's not enough to make me want to talk to them.

When I get to the school, I see Madge, Gale, Annie, Finnick, and Delly sitting under one of the trees in the courtyard. Gale sits in the shade so that none of the teachers will see him doing his homework. I sit down next to him and look over his shoulder.

"You know you're not gonna finish that, right?" I say, looking down at the five-page packet in his lap.

"Sure, I can," he mutters, scribbling down wrong answer after wrong answer.

"You had all summer to do that, and you waited until the first day of school?" I continue.

"Yeah, well... shut up, Peeta," he groans.

"So, who else is excited for the first day of school?" Delly asks.

"Oh, Delly," Madge sighs. "You'll learn."

I chuckle a little bit. Delly is still a freshman, so I can see why she would be excited. Madge rests her head against the tree and closes her eyes. Finnick and Annie are talking to each other quietly. Gale is doing his homework. Delly has stood up to talk to some other freshmen. So, I sit there, just looking around the courtyard. There's nothing interesting, really. Just people hugging each other and talking about how much they missed each other. Then, I see a girl with black hair pulled into a braid. Wait, is that... No, it can't be. I shake my head and look down, convinced that my eyes are playing tricks on me.

The bell rings, and Gale groans angrily, staring at the unfinished packet in front of him.

"I told you you wouldn't finish," I tease.

"Oh, shut up," he mutters. "My teacher is gonna kill me."

"Tell them that Posy ate it!" Madge suggests.

"Yeah, they'll definitely believe that," he says sarcastically.

"Uh-huh!" she confirms.

I chuckle, and Gale rolls his eyes as we stand up and walk to the school doors. He and Finnick are both seniors, so they have to go in the opposite direction. Madge, Annie, and I all have very different last names, so we have to separate as well for homeroom, which is fine since it's only about five minutes. I take the five minutes to organize my books, even though I'm sure that if a stranger was watching me, they might think I have obsessive compulsive disorder or something. When we're allowed to leave, I see Annie first at the end of the hall, talking to another girl, much shorter than her. She looks up, waves, and gestures for me to come over. I push through the crowds of people in the hallway until I get to them.

"Look, I found a new student!" she says excitedly.

I laugh at the excited look in her eyes; Annie has always wanted to be the first to befriend a new student. The girl turns around, and her eyes widen. I'm pretty sure mine did as well, but I wasn't really paying attention to that. I stared right back at her. Her long black braid, her olive skin, her grey eyes.

"Katniss?" I ask.

Then, suddenly I'm afraid- for some reason- that it's not actually her, and this girl will think I'm crazy. But she doesn't. She just smiles and nods a little. Before I know what I'm doing, I've wrapped my arms around her.

"I guess you missed me," she murmurs into my shoulder.

"Just a little," I joke as I pull away. "What are you doing here?"

"Isn't it obvious?" she teases. "We moved back."

"Wait," Annie cuts in. "How do you guys already know each other?"

"Well..." we both say in unison.

Katniss blushes, and I smile until I see the guilty look in her eyes.

"We used to be best friends," I continue. "But then she moved when we were ten years old."

"Where to?" Annie asks.

"Lots of places," she answers. "We would move wherever we could find a new audition or competition or something."

"Sounds fun!" Annie chirps.

Her smile falters for a second; she must see that I want to talk to Katniss alone because she immediately excuses herself and walks away. I look back down at Katniss, who is now biting her lip.

"I'm sorry I stopped writing," she says quietly.

"It doesn't matter," I lie.

Of, course it does matter. I would wait so long for her to write to me. To hear from her. To know what she was doing and where she was. To know that she was still thinking about me. But that would sound obsessive and a bit creepy, so I can't really say that.

"I mean, I know you were really busy," I say, smiling. "I'm sure your Dad had you going from one competition to another every day!"

She smiles a little. I can tell that it's fake, but I don't say anything.

"Yeah, he was..." she trails off. "Anyway, I just wanted to say sorry."

"Don't worry about it!" I reassure her, actually meaning it this time. "Come on, we should get to class."