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I DOT NOT OWN THE HUNGER GAMES TRILOGY OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS

So this is my first FanFic story. Sorry if it's a bad story as it's my first one. I just wanted to say thanks for reading, and please leave a review as I would like to hear your thoughts. Also the next chapter will be uploaded this Thursday or Friday. Enjoy the story!

-PinkSteam

I wake up feeling unusually refreshed this morning. That's a first. I bet that will end when I arrive at school today, considering its a new school year. Today's September 4th.

Getting out of bed I find a change of clothes. I settle on black leggings, combat boots, a plain black t-shirt and a leather jacket. My usual attire.

When I walk down stairs I see Prim doing her math homework.

"Hey Little Duck hows the math going?" I ask with a smile.

"It's fine," she continues "If nx4+23=35 what does 'n' equal?"

"'n' equals 3," I say as I play with her braids.

I was always good at math. Although I'm good at it, I'd much rather spend time in the woods hunting with Gale.

"Bye Prim, I'm heading to school," I tell her as I walk through the door.

Skipping breakfast, I walk to school. Panem High. The best school in District 12. The school is usually for merchants but I traded squirrels a lot with the principle.

As I arrive, I collect my schedule from the office and head to my locker. Locker 1257. Near my locker I bump into hard wall falling to the ground dropping my papers. Wait, I since when are there walls in the middle of hallways... Looking up I see the person I least expect. Peeta Mellark. The baker's youngest son. Blonde, tall, pale skin and the bluest eyes I've ever seen in my life.

We used to be friends back in kindergarten even though he was a merchant kid. He would sneak me extra sugar cookies from the bakery and sit beside me in class. This one time, Peeta went on a trip to The Capitol. He brought me back a silver pearl from his trip. I always keep the pearl safe in my mother's old jewellery box. It was from her previous merchant days, before she married my dad.

He saved my family's life with bread. I'll never stop owing him for that. Ever since the bread incident, Peeta has changed. Good or bad? I'm not sure.

A familiar voice interrupts me from my thoughts.

"Woah there Everdeen, not that I don't appreciate it but why are you kneeling at my feet?" he asks raising an eyebrow and smirking.

Ignoring his question I snap "Move you're in front of my locker,"

Stepping aside he picks up my papers and with his signature smirk he says "Locker 1257, nice we're locker neighbours,"

Standing up, I turn the combination lock according to the password. 12-24-36. Multiples of 12, that'll be easy to remember. I throw my books in while Peeta continues reading my schedule.

"Looks like we have all the same classes expect third and fourth period. You have gym while I have English. Then the other way around," He says still looking at the paper.

I carefully walk to the first class trying not to bump into someone again. Room 214. I soon realize Peeta's striding behind me with my schedule in hand. Snatching it back, I decide to sit beside Madge and behind Gale. Peeta ends up sitting beside me as it's the last seat available.

"Hello, class. My name is Miss Trinket, as you know I am your drama teacher. The first project will be to create a play," the new teacher announces, "There will be two people in one group and twelve groups, one boy and one girl, and I will pick the genres out of a bowl. Now before you start chatting I am picking the groups," after her talk the entire class groans, including Peeta and I.

"First group; Marvel and Glimmer, genre; mystery. Interesting! Second group; Cato and Clove, genre; action. Great!"

I zone out for a while until I hear my name.

"Twelfth group; Katniss and Peeta, genre; romance. Lovely! Those are all the groups, this assignment is due Monday." she finishes just as the bell rings.

Bakery after school. We'll work on the project," Peeta whispers in my ear. It sends a shiver down my spine. His face is so close I can feel his warm breath on my ear.

As he walks to his next class I realize something. This is going to be a long year.