Chapter 1
"Peeta? Peeta!" I ran out through the trees shouting his name.
"Katherine? Where are you? You need to run quick! The Careers are on their way here," His voice echoed through the forest. I could hear him, but where he was, I had absolutely no idea. I sprinted forward as my vision blurred. I quickly sat down and closed my eyes.
"Katherine! Katherine!" Someone grabbed my arm and I began kicking and screaming trying to break free of their grip.
"Katherine, get up already, we have school." I slowly opened my eyes and before me was my room and my brother yelling in my face.
"What is happening? I was just talking to..."
"Kat what are you talking about?" Brandon asked looking confused as ever. "You look like you are having a seizure, get up already would you." I grabbed my pillow and chucked it at him.
"You can go now jerk." Brandon proceeded to leave my room, but before he did he turned around and said, " Well hurry it up, we can't miss the bus again. I don't feel like having dad take us in the minivan. I can only take so much of 'Mr. Mom'." I told him I would be down in a minute and he left the room with a slam of my door.
I sat up in my bed and rubbed my eyes. I reached over to my nightstand and grabbed my hairbrush and began combing my mess of brown hair. It normally dangled down to about my belly button but when I first got up in the mornings it would just be a ball of fluff upon my head until I brushed out the knots. I really had no desire to get up. I had barely gotten any sleep last night. I went to swing my legs over the side of my bed and totally forgot about my stack of Hunger Games books on the floor beside my bed. With a thump, my legs thrusted my body forward and my face onto the floor.
"What the hell was that!?" Brandon yelled up the stairs to me.
"It was just me! I'm okay, don't worry."
"Oh, I thought someone important might have gotten hurt." Once again the brother of the year award goes to the butt head downstairs.
I got up on my feet, grabbed some clothes, changed, and headed downstairs for breakfast. When I got into the kitchen I took my place at the table and before my sat some eggs and a few pieces of half eaten bacon. I looked at Brandon with discontent. I honestly don't think that he could ever keep his hands off of my food. I sat down and ate the remaining bits of my breakfast while Brandon made weird faces at me.
"Man, I am so tired," I yawned messily, my mouth full of eggs.
"Maybe if you weren't up all hours of the night sleepwalking you wouldn't be so tired"
"Brandon you know I can't help that I sleep walk so lay off." With that stupid grin on his face he replied, "I know you can't help it, but are the strange noises you make necessary? Or is that just part of your 'sleepwalking'? Getting ticked off, I said, "I do not make strange noises!"
"Really? Last night you scared the shit out of me. I woke up to you standing beside my bed with your arms in the air like you were holding a make-believe bow and humming like a bird. Then, you ran around my room yelling for some guy named Peeta, then you left."
"There is no way that I did all of that..." I looked at Brandon as a grimace grew across his face and he dug his phone out of his pocket. He clicked on his videos and hit play. I then watched everything he had just told me. My cheeks blushed before the anger hit.
"No one sees this, got it? Or, life will be hell for you," I said in a threatening tone.
"Nice threat little sister, but you can't mess with someone, this awesome." I looked at him in disgust,"Get over yourself." Dad then walked into the kitchen from the backdoor and gave us some money.
"Quit fighting, you two, and get on the bus." He gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and wished me a good day. I just hoped I would stay awake through it all.