Author's Note: This is my first Fanfiction, so please go easy on me. I have enjoyed reading many KatnissxPeeta stories, and I have decided that I will finally write one of my own.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Hunger Games. The great trilogy was written by Suzanne Collins. I am just using her characters for my story.

Chapter 1

Katniss POV

"Bye Gale," I said with a single tear falling down my cheek. I put my arms around his neck as he pulled me into a hug.

"Oh Catnip. I can't believe you're moving to California. That's like three thousand miles away from here," Gale said. I looked up at his face. It was expressionless. He probably didn't want to show his true feelings outside of an airport. I looked over his shoulder at Madge, who wasn't at all afraid of letting every single person around us know how she feels. Since she has to wear make up wherever she goes, her cheeks had black streaks running down them. I pulled away from Gale's gripping hug and walked over to Madge.

"Madge, it's okay," I said softly. Before I could react, she threw her arms around me and squeezed me as hard as she could. Madge wiped tears on the sleeve of my white t-shirt, which indeed stained it black. Thank you make up. "Madge, you, still have Gale. At least you aren't losing two friends and moving to a place you have never seen before."

"No, I'm not. But I'm losing my best friend. And we will only be able to talk on the phone and email. And you just can't leave," Madge sobbed into my shoulder. "And like you're moving to California. The beaches in California are so much better than here in New Jersey. And all the boys there are probably tall, tan , muscular, and blonde.."

"Are you saying that you'd rather go out with a blonde boy instead of me?" Gale interrupted. Him and Madge have been going out for the past three months. At first I was kind of jealous because I wanted a boyfriend. But, I have come to realize that I am not the type of girl that boys want to have as a girlfriend.

"Wrap up the goodbyes. We have a plane to catch," Prim says as she tries to pull her suitcase out of Gale's car. Her blonde hair is pulled on top of her head in a messy bun. Her skinny stature just won't allow her to pull out the suitcase from underneath mine. Gale quickly goes and pulls out both suitcases. We were only allowed one suitcase full of clothes and objects of our choice. We were also allowed to bring a carry-on. Uncle Haymitch told us that we were going to go shopping for new clothes when we arrive in California. But, I don't really like shopping, so I packed my suitcase with everything it could possibly fit. Gale places my suitcase at my feet. I look up at my friends who are standing there hand in hand looking at me with pleading eyes.

"Okay well I guess this is goodbye," I say to them.

"Group hug!" Madge squeals. I hug them both. After I let go from their hug, I pick up my suitcase and turn on my heel as fast as I can. I walk through the automatic doors and into the airport. I don't look back because I know if I do I will cry.

"Let's get a move on, Little Duck. We don't want to miss our flight," I say.

"I said that to you first," she replies quickly.

As we take off in the plane, I keep replaying my goodbyes in my head. I should've been more emotional. No, I shouldn't have because then I wouldn't have been able to leave. "Wow Katniss," I muttered to myself. I can't believe I am having inner turmoil. My thoughts are against each other. I plugged my headphones into my iPod touch and listened to some songs to keep my mind off of Gale and Madge.

Even though the music drowned out the sounds of the passengers around me, it didn't drown out my own. I thought of everything that has happened in the past month. I turned seventeen while Prim is just fourteen. My mother was taken to a mental hospital. I was the ones who called the mental hospital to take her away. I had had enough of her just sitting there in her rocking chair. All she did was stare at the wall mumbling about my father. She didn't care about Prim or me. My mother hasn't cared about us since the day my father died in a traumatic car crash. So when I called the mental hospital, I thought they would just take her and leave me and Prim be. But no. I'm not old enough to be Prim's guardian and therefore we are no longer allowed to stay at our house unsupervised by an adult. I called Uncle Haymitch, my godfather, who hasn't spoken to us since my father died five years ago. I thought maybe Uncle Haymitch would give us permission to live here or sign something that would let us. No. He decided to take us in. Make us fly across the country leaving our friends behind to go live with him. And now, I am on an airplane. That is how my August has gone. Prim and I are going to arrive in California just in time to go to school. Not public school though. Some private high school that will look good on records for colleges to see. Well I guess that is a plus for Prim, since she aspires to be a doctor.

I still can't believe that I am moving to California. Any other teenager would probably be ecstatic to move to California. I mean beautiful beaches and handsome boys, or that is what Madge has been talking about. But I don't want to leave my friends. I'm not good at making friends which is exactly why I only had two friends. How am I even going to make friends in California? I closed my eyes and decided to take a nap.

"Katniss, wake up. We just landed," Prim whispered to me. I shook my head and looked at her. She looked a little scared. Probably because we were going to a new place. But her eyes gleamed with a hint of excitement.

"Alright. I'm up," I said sleepily. I look over at my braid and see loose strands falling out. I took the hair band out of my hair letting my braid fall out. I quickly redo my braid. I hear the captain's voice come over the speakers telling us that we are now free to get up and exit the plane. I pick my backpack off the floor and Prim does the same. We quickly exit the plane.

We walk until we finally reach baggage claim. I reach for my suitcase as Prim reaches for hers. But two tan hands grab them both before we can reach them. I look up into the person's eyes to see a pair of gray eyes that match my own.

"Uncle Haymitch?" I questioned.

"Who else would pick you up at the airport?" he remarked. I look at his features since in fact I have never met him in person, only in the pictures my mother had in her scrapbook from when they were little. He had tan skin and messy blonde hair that came down to his shoulders. He was wearing a Hawaiian shirt with khaki shorts. He was tall with the same colored eyes as me and my mother. He looked a bit drunk and I wondered how he even drove here.

"Uncle Haymitch, have you by any chance been drinking today?" I asked while raising one eyebrow.

"Maybe a little, sweetheart," he said with a wink. "Now let's get going." He gave us each our suitcases. I begin to roll my suitcase as I follow Haymitch out of the airport. He walks towards a white limousine.

"Uncle Haymitch, you didn't have to get a limo to pick us up," Prim said with a smile.

"I know, but that is the car that my driver wanted to drive today," Haymitch said while putting our suitcases into the trunk. I climbed into the limousine with Prim behind me, her mouth agape.

"What, what do you mean?" Prim stuttered. Haymitch climbed into the limousine and told the driver to proceed home.

"Well, I am filthy stinking rich. I work for your grandfather, Snow. He owns one of the biggest movie-making industries in Hollywood. I work for the lower end up in Malibu, where he has some of his beach movies made. I live right on the beach there. Zuma Beach to be exact. I live next door to some people your mother and I went to high school with," he explained.

"Oh," she responded. For the rest of the ride we sat in silence. Obviously Haymitch worked the lower end of the business because he wasn't good with people, which also explains how he doesn't have a wife and kids of his own. I twirled the end of my braid awkwardly, wondering what his house will look like. I was about to put my headphones in and ignore the world, but Prim decided to break the silence.

"When are we going to go shopping for our new clothes?" Prim asked.

"Well actually the school your going has uniforms, so we will have to purchase those. And you also have to buy some clothes for when you don't have school and bathing suits. Also, you will need at least one dress because Snow will definitely need you to be wearing a dress when we go to Hollywood events and the occasional party he throws," Haymitch answered.

"Wait just a second. I am not wearing a dress. I hate dresses," I say. The thought of wearing a dress and acting like I have good manners at a party disgusts me.

"Oh look at the bright side, Katniss, we can go to a party!" Prim shrieked. I guess if it will make her happy, I'll go through with this whole dress and party matter.

"Anyway, Snow will probably have a private dress maker for you girls," Haymitch said. Prim gasped at the thought. Oh boy another person I'll have to associate myself with. I'd rather just go into his house and throw myself into a bed and stay there until my 18th birthday. I only have one more year. "Oh girls, we're here."

I look up from my lap and see a mansion. It is huge but has a slight be achy feel to it. Once the limousine stops, I open the door with my backpack on my back. I open the trunk and grab my suitcase. I walk up to the huge front doors to have them opened by a petite woman with pale skin and purple hair. I did a double take after seeing her. Who would dye their hair purple? And who is she? Does Uncle Haymitch have a girlfriend?

"Hello. My name is Effie Trinket. I am Haymitch's personal assistant," the purple haired lady quickly explains. "You must be Katniss. Follow me and I will show you to your room." Effie takes me up a long flight of stairs and down a long hallway. We pass three similar doors and she opens the fourth. I walk inside to see a room that was probably the size of the bottom floor of my house back home. There is a king size bed right in the middle and a giant window at the far wall with a sliding door and a balcony that faces Haymitch's neighbor's house. I have a walk in closet and a bathroom with a jacuzzi and shower.

"Oh my god," I gasp.

"Yes, I know. Plus your room is soundproof from the outside. Well your sister's room will be two doors down with a slightly smaller room and no balcony. Haymitch's room is across the hall. And I sleep in the downstair's guest room occasionally," Effie explained. I looked at her in awe. Then I looked at my room and noticed a desk with a Mac laptop on it. Also, that there was a flat-screen plastered to my wall. And a bean bag chair on the ground. My room was amazing. I could live there. "Well unpack and be downstairs for dinner." Effie walks out of my room and leaves me alone.

I start unpacking my clothes. Putting them on hangers and in drawers. I leave my backpack on my bed along with my suitcase. I walk out of my room and down the long staircase. I'm about to walk into the massive living room when I hear the doorbell ring. I go to the front door. I open the door to see a pair of blue eyes as bright as the sea.

So I hope you liked the first chapter. Please review. Give me some ideas on what you want to happen. And I need a beta reader because as you can see, I probably have a few errors in my writing.