a/n: Hello readers! This is my first ever posted fanfiction and I hope you like it. I'm from a country that follows British English so pardon my spelling if you're used to American English spelling. R&R, constructive critism is encouraged to be voiced! -N
Disclaimer: I do not own The Hungers Games or any of its characters. All belong to Suzanne Collins.
When Katniss leaves District 12 for New Haven for college, she meets a long lost friend of hers. Will love blossom or friendship be ruined?
FROM PANEM, TO NEW HAVEN: PART I
The breezy air hit my face as I strode down the street. I gave the skyscrapers a once-over as I smiled to myself. It was really hard to believe that I'm here, in New Haven. Coming from the small 12th district of Panem, it was really an near-impossible task, to make it to an Ivy League. Yet here I am, against all odds, anxiety building inside of me as the orientation day approached.
I checked the items in-hand that I had grabbed in a hurry to my part-time work place, Coffee Mate and Lattes. Ridiculous name, I know. My best friend and I used to make jokes out of the name. I sigh. Just thinking of Gale made my heart ache in longing. He had moved away from District 12 two years prior to somewhere else for college, just like I am now. No one's heard from him since. Going to Hazelle's to ask about him or his whereabouts was definitely out of the question, she'd moved somewhere far off from Panem like Cali or something. With the kids of course. As for me, I'm renting an apartment here, hoping for a friendly and easy-going potential roomie to appear.
My thoughts dispersed as I approached the corner where the cafe was around the bend. I quickly tried to pull my dark turquoise barista apron from the bundle in my arms. Just as I turned at the bend, I collided into a masculine figure. Oh dear, I thought, thinking that I've brought trouble upon myself just on my first day here.
As I looked up, however, and much to my relief and surprise I saw a familiar charming face, blushing with his slightly tilted. "So sorry, I wasn't looki-"he apologised as he lowered his head in embarrassment, before I cut him off mid-sentence to address him.
"Gale?"
