Hello, Hello, Hello! I am starting another story, but this is only a trial. It is going to be my first AU story that I am going to keep, unlike Everlasting, I am not going to delete this. I need your reviews for this too, so please review! Enjoy!

I do not own The Hunger Games, all rights go to Suzanne Collins.

I do not own The Red Shoes. I do not own We Are Never Getting Back Together. I do not own Country Road.


"The last person accepted into Panem Capitol Academy of Dance is, Clove Fuhrman." Says Miss Trinket, and I freeze. Only 24 students were accepted for the academy. I am one of them. I walk up to the stage with a giant smile on my face, and stand next to my best friend, Katniss Everdeen, -who was also chosen- and wave to the camera recording the ceremony.

Well, you are probably wondering who I am. My name is Clove Fuhrman, and I am 15 years old, and from Panem. I am a ballerina, training to be in the Capitol Company, as a prime dancer. I was just chosen to be a student, at the Panem Capitol Academy of Dance, the best dance school in Panem. It took 3 weeks of auditions, and 14 years of preparation and it payed off, extremely well.

The ceremony finishes quickly and we are aloud to go home, to pack. Katniss drives me home, and boots me out of her car.

"I'll pick you up in 2 hours, be ready!" She yells, and drives off. I laugh and walk inside my house. My parents are obviously not here. Mum (A/N I say Mum, because I am Australian, so deal with it.) and Dad are off in Paris, performing. They are never home, and being an only child doesn't help. I sigh and go to my room to unpack. I put half of my pointe shoes in a case. I have 30 pointe shoes all together. Most of them are peach, but I have a pair of black shoes, white shoes and my favorite, the red shoes. I never use them though, because I am not good enough to dance as Victoria from The Red Shoes.

I continue packing, chucking all my stuff in 3 different suitcases, 4 multicolored cases and 5 Country Road bags. Done. Finally. But it only took me an hour, so I guess I have to wait an hour. I should tell my parents that I got into the school. Picking up my phone, I dial in Mum's number and call her.

"Hello, This is Trinity Fuhrman speaking." Answers my mother.

"Hi Mum!" I exclaim, into the phone.

"Oh hello Clover, why are you calling darling?" She asks.

"I got in to the Academy!" I scream, and I imagine her pulling the phone away from her ear.

"Oh my gosh! You did it Clove! I so proud of you, and I am sure your father is too!" Mum exclaims. I smile to myself, as we talk about classes, and uniforms and performances. After an hour we finally say our goodbyes. I hear Katniss screaming my name from her car, and I grab my suitcases, bags and cases, and take them to her car, throwing them in the boot. I plop myself down next to Katniss in the passenger seat, and she begins to drive.

"You know you could of just knocked on my door?" I question her

"I'm lazy." Is her only answer. I crack up laughing. She dances for 9 hours, 6 days a week, and still has time for basketball, hunting and gymnastics. Yeah, I'm Lazy my butt. I decide I want to listen to the radio, so I switch it on. Straight away I recognize the song, so I begin singing, no, screaming at the top of my lungs.

"I REMEMBER WHEN WE BROKE UP, THE FIRST TIME! SAYING, THIS IS IT, I'VE HAD ENOUGH, CAUSE WE HAVEN'T SEEN EACH OTHER IN A MONTH. WHEN YOU SAID YOU NEEDED SPACE, WHAT?!" I sing/scream, and Katniss laughs, but joins in.

"THEN YOU COME AROUND AND SAY 'BABY I MISS YOU AND I SWEAR I'M GONNA CHANGE, TRUST ME' REMEMBER HOW THAT LASTED FOR A DAY? I SAY, "I HATE YOU!' WE BREAK UP, YOU CALL ME 'I LOVE YOU' OOOOOH A OO OO OO YOU CALLED MY UP AGAIN LAST NIGHT BUT OOOOOH A OO OO OO BUT THIS TIME I'M TELLING YOU, I'M TELLING YOU! WE ARE NEVER EVER EVER GETTING BACK TOGETHER." We both scream, trying to stifle our laughs. We finish singing, when Katniss gets sick of the song.


It took us 40 minutes to get to the Academy. We sung the entire way. I think we scared people who were on the side-walks... In Sweden, and we are not even near Sweden! Right now I am unpacking everything into my room. Its a boring white room, but I change that. I put my framed pictures in random places around the room. I like it.

I finish unpacking and go to find Katniss' dorm room. I find her at G12, 10 doors down from me. I am at G02. She had the same idea as me, and redecorated her room. With her multiple bows, ballet shoes and trophies.

"Nice room" I say smiling, as she puts the finishing touches on her room.

"Thanks." She replies.

"So, what do you want to do?" She asks me, and I shrug my shoulders. "You decide" I tell her. She goes into deep thought for a moment, tapping her finger on her chin. "How about practice, for *Les Jeux de Dance. I mean, the solo dances." She suggests. Les Jeux de Dance is a prestigious dance competition, made for the Academy First Years. Which is the 24 girls and boys chosen for the school. Which means me, Katniss and others. I nod,"I'll be back in 5 minutes, let me get changed." I walk out of the room and back to my own, where I change into a simple black leotard, soft ballet shoes, for stretching, peach pink tights and a golden colored wrap skirt. I stuff my black tutu and my black pointe shoes into my green ballet bag. I grab a bottle of water and head back to Katniss's room, whilst putting my hair in a tight bun.

When I get to her room, she is in a white leotard, a forest green wrap skirt, white tights and baby pink soft ballet shoes. Her hair is in a braid, because she hates buns. She grabs her bag and we go in search of a studio. When we finally find one, we drop our bags and run to the bar, practicing our positions, and stretching. After half an hour of that, we change into our tutus and pointe shoes.

"How about some improv?" I ask Katniss

"Sure! You first," She says and I stand in the center of the studio. She turns on a song called Little Things by One Direction.

Your hand fits in mine

I start off with an arabesque into a slow attitude turn.

Like it's made just for me

1st position into releve on pointe.

But bear this in mind

3 spin pirouette, and retire.

I keep dancing, and dancing until the song finishes.


Okay then, I know it's horrible, but please review! I really need feedback, so please review, and I will give you a mustache!

xoxo, Jada.

Random Fact: I like birds... Birds with mustaches... Birds with mustaches that sing Gangnam Style... In Swedish.

*Les Jeux de Dance means The Dance Games, in French.