Hey everyone! So for a fun story to write, I am going to do a story about me and my class in the Hunger Games. The chapters are going to be short because there going to be a separate P.O.V's. There are all real names of them, but I will not relieve there last names. Its starts out with mai and goes to each person I choose. There are all based off of class mates and friends, so I will try to put it in there 1st person the best I can, but it isn't going to be accurate. There's not much left to say, but please do steal or anything. I'd like to keep this short and sweet so that I can go to bed. Anyways, R&R and Enjoy!(:
P.O.V Sarah
"Crap…" I said, dropping my book on my foot. Gosh, I've been clumsy all day, running into doors and walls. What was wrong with me? I smirk at the thought.
"Sarah, common where going to be late," Victoria whines, bobbing up and down. She turns around and walks away and into the crowd, looking back at you with a slight smile.
"I'm coming, I'm coming." I yell, quickly picked up my book. Before I close the door I remember to grab a pencil and reach up and grab one, hopping it works. After slamming my locker door I hurry off to my class, coming in right after Victoria.
I glance around the room and everyone seems to be there already, talking in groups of friends and gossiping with each other. I start to feel a bit awkward and walk over to my chair and sit down, putting my stuff on my desk and waiting for class to begin, unlike everyone else.
The bell rings, and everyone starts to wonder to their seat, laughing at final jokes and trying to finish their sentences before the teacher comes in.
The room seems to have finally settled down and everyone waiting for the teacher to come in. I start to get worried, but then I over hear Marissa say to no one in particular, "I hear we have a new project that we are starting today." She smoothly takes her sprained hand and glides it over her face, catching her hair wisps and pulling them behind her ear.
Curious, I ask. "Do you know what it's about?"
Her brown eyes land on me. "Kinda." She says, shrugging. "I heard we get to compete in different groups. Maybe it's like what we did last year." She makes a few hand gestures, shrugs again, and crosses her arms over her chest.
I suddenly hear footsteps enter the room. Thinking it's my teacher I turn around, but find a tall man in a navy blue suit standing in the front of the room.