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Katniss POV
Peeta and I walk hand in hand into school on Monday morning. We have been dating for a year and a half now, and I love it. I feel like a completely different person when I'm with him. Our relationship works perfectly.
One of our friends, Delly Cartwright, squeals when she sees us and gives me and Peeta big hugs. "Hey guys! How's it going? How was your weekend? Mine was great!" Now, I like Delly and all, but sometimes she's a bit too...perky for my taste.
Peeta speaks now. "It was fine, Delly. I'm glad to see you're in such a good mood."
"Oh I am! I got an A in gym! You know how hard Mr. Abernathy grades. He's almost impossible to please!"
"Yeah we know. Well, congratulations, Delly, but Katniss and I have to go. See you later."
"Bye Peeta! Bye Katniss!" Delly calls after us, and Peeta just grins.
"What are you smiling about?" I ask him, and playfully punch Peeta on the arm.
"I'm just thinking about how happy Delly can be. She's almost never in a bad mood."
"Yeah," I agree. "I'm not even sure if it's possible to be as happy as she is, especially when she's happy about a gym grade."
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Soon after our encounter with Delly, we get to my first period class, which unfortunately Peeta isn't in. He stops at the door. "Bye Katniss," Peeta says, and he gives me a quick kiss on the cheek.
"Bye Peeta. See you in third period!"
"Bye," he waves, and then went to go walk to his class.
I go into my own class, which is Panem History. There are three reasons I don't like this class. One and two are the lessons and the teacher are boring, and reason number three is because before class starts, the majority of the guys hit on me, despite the fact that I have a boyfriend. Peeta doesn't know about reason number three.
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Thankfully, first and second period go by quickly. Third period is chemistry, and when I get there, Peeta is already at our table. I give him a kiss on the cheek and then sit down.
"Hey Peeta. How were your first two classes?"
"They were fine. How were yours, Katniss?"
"Fine, but they went by really quickly, and I don't know why. In history we studied about the rebellion, and then in math we took a quiz."
"Maybe you were having fun." Peeta teases me, and pokes me in the arm.
"I was-" I was protesting, but before I could say anything else, our teacher Beetee (no one calls him by his last name) walked in, and the class became silent.
"All right, class. Today we are going to learn about..." and before I knew it, third period is over, and fourth period has begun, which is lunch.
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We go to the cafeteria and get in line for food. Our school's food is better than most cafeteria food, because we have Greasy Sae as the cook. Today Greasy Sae made lamb stew, but if I'm not mistaken, I believe I found bits of venison in mine. That's one of the things I like about Greasy Sae's food. She adds things to make her food more...interesting.
"Hey Peeta, do you think-" and again I didn't finish, because Annie, Finnick, Clove, Cato, and Johanna sat down at our table.
"Did you guys know that there's venison in the stew?." Johanna says as she sits down.
"Hi Johanna," I force a smile. I'm not very, um, fond of her, to say the least.
"Hi Katniss. Mind if I sit here?"
"Well, actually,-" I begin, but Peeta interrupts me. I'm starting to sense a pattern here...
"That's fine, Johanna."
"Great! Man, history was awful today! It was so boring I fell asleep!"
"Wow. Was it really that bad?" Peeta asks with an amused look on his face.
"Yes, it was. We had a substitute to make it even worse." Johanna replies.
"Who was the substitute?" Clove asks.
"Principal Snow. From what I heard from Gale, Snow started to doze off a little bit towards the end. But maybe he was just tired, since he's such an expert on the rebellion." She said with a bit of sarcasm in her voice.
I hear Peeta chuckle and he wraps an arm around my shoulders. "Ahh, yes, good old Snow. I look forward to hearing him teach about his favorite time period in Panem history."
"I hear that once he starts talking about it, he just keeps talking and won't stop." Cato puts in, and then Johanna said,
"He isn't wrong, you know."
"Yeah, we know." I say, and lay my head on Peeta's shoulders. Annie and Finnick are engrossed in their own conversation, and what it is about, I will never know. Well, it doesn't matter since we have to get up to go to our next class anyway.
"So Katniss, after school do you want to hang out?" Peeta asks.
"Yeah, sure! I need to get back home at six, though, so I can make dinner for me and Prim. Mom won't get back home until later tonight."
"Could I come with you?"
"I don't see why not. I stink at cooking. Unless I'm making soup, which I am growing tired of very quickly."
"Allow me to be of assistance," Peeta then gets up and bows like the gentleman he is.
I smile and say, "okay."
