Author´s Note:
Hey, dear readers. So.. I´ve had this idea for a long time now and I finally decided to just give it a try! I think I´ll probably mention bandnames, other books and movies. I don´t own any of them, unfortunately. Hehe.
I do NOT own any of characters of Suzanne Collin´s The Hunger Games trilogy.

And there I sat again. On my bed, a piece of glass in my hand. Life has been going kinda okay lately, but I started to feel bad again. The thoughts were slowly killing me, but nobody knew. Nobody would care. Lost in my horrible thoughts, I put the sharp edge to my skin. Not my wrist this time, but my legs who have endured a lot of pain lately.

Before I knew it, the small cuts were already bleeding. You have to understand me, I don´t cut deep or often. I just.. cut. I drew a few small patterns on my skin with the blood, then hid the glass under my pillow again. After taking a quick shower, I went to bed and fell asleep quickly.

So this is what you meant
When you said that you were spent
And now it's time to build from the bottom of the pit
Right to the top
Don't hold back
Packing my bags and giving the academy a rain-check

I don't ever wanna let you down
I don't ever wanna leave this town
'Cause after all
This city never sleeps at night

It's time to begin, isn't it?
I get a little bit bigger but then I'll admit
I'm just the same as I was
Now don't you understand
That I'm never changing who I am

My favorite band woke me up, just like every morning, with a happy feeling. I sang the rest of the song with them, keeping my eyes closed for just a little longer. Whenever I got the chance of making happy moments last, I tried to grab it with both hands. Because that is what it´s all about, right? The so-called happy moments.

Soon, I was dressed and fixed. Well, not fixed as the I-was-broken-but-not-anymore-fixed, but the ready-for-school-fixed. Brushed my teeth, braided my hair.. that kind of stuff. I was wearing some jeans and a hoodie, as always. The hiding it did was just great, nobody ever had to see the scars. I shrugged it off and woke my little sister, Prim, up and got her ready for school. After we finished eating breakfast, we went to my truck and I brought her to school. The truck was amazing, to be honest. If you forget about the small things.. holes in the seats etc.

I went to school and parked my car far away from the 'popular' bitches and assholes their cars. Excuse my language, but that was the truth. Girls who exposed more skin than was covered and boys who touched the girls the whole time. Or thought about it while they played football, I guess. And a lot more, but lets not waste our valuable time on that. I ran to my locker, got my books and ran to next class. I was invisible most of the time, but the few times they would get me.. they would make sure I remembered they got me. But again, lets not waste our precious time on that.

I sat on a table in the back so I had a good view on the classroom and got my books out. The rest of the students came walking in a little later and the teacher had set his things ready. I sat up straight when I thought class would start.. but instead Mr. Abernathy, our English teacher, told us we had a new student on school. Oh great, another one to bully me and tear me down and break me and.. I swear my jaw dropped a little when he walked in. I held my breath as the low, sexy voice spoke up. Damn, what was happening? I almost bursted out in laughter about the fact my mouth was still open, so I quickly closed it and looked down. No eye contact. No eye contact. Oops, I looked up. The angelic blue eyes met mine and he flashed a half smile as he introduced himself. Peeta Mellark. Moved into town. Same age as me, 17.

After all the introducing and saying hello, Mr. Abernathy told him to sit down and he sat down a few seats away from me. During class, my eyes kept darting off to the handsome boy. Everytime I received the half smile (eventually half smirk) back, I looked away and smiled to myself.

Woah, I loved this class for once.

The bell rang and I packed my bags. The next few hours went well.. if you don´t count me falling asleep. It was embarrassing, I fell asleep in the middle of class while Mrs. Trinket was telling a story about bad, very very bad, behaviour. I couldn´t help it, I really couldn´t. I only slept a few hours the night before and the story.. don´t get me wrong. Mrs. Trinket can be a very nice woman, but her stories are the worst with her high pitched voice. A shriek every now and then woke me up usually, but this time it strangely didn´t.

I skipped the last few classes to pick Prim up from school. My mother and I made an agreement after I forced her to listen. In short.. my mother used to be a beautiful, amazing and caring mom.. but after my father died, she got depressed. She didn´t want to eat. She didn´t want to talk. She wanted nothing. I am still mad at her for letting Prim down. I don´t care if she lets me down, but Prim.. The one who sees beauty in everything. The one who makes me happy just by giving me a tight hug.

So.. the agreement was that I would bring Primrose to school everyday and pick her up three times in the week. My mom would pick her up two times and promised us to eat enough. It was not much, but it was all I could do.

The night was not really special. I made dinner. Prim and I ate dinner. Prim managed to feed mom a little.. I am so proud of Prim. I fell asleep that night with a mind full of one thing. No worries. No sadness. Not even songs or books.

It was Peeta Mellark.

So that was my first chapter, I hope you liked it! Please let me know what you think in the comments. Positive or negative thoughts? Just spill it out.

Okay? Okay.