*Disclaimer! I do not own The Hunger Games!*

Chapter One:

Lyric's POV:

16 years old I sit at my desk. Its the first day of school and I'm waiting for my teacher to start class when a boy sits beside me. I've gone to school with him since everyone was eating glue and fighting over crayons. But we have never been in the same class and never spoken a work to each other.

He's very popular and too busy training for the hunger games to even bother with me. His name is Cato, and the Hunger Games is the most important thing to him in the world. I don't see a girl in his English class fitting anywhere in that.

I have never understood his family and the Hunger Games. It is such a big deal to them. Many from his family have represented District 2 very well, starting with his grandpa's win many years ago. And then later on his dad and one of his uncles. The other uncle, not so successful. Cato is hoping he doesnt end up like him.

His training began in the fourth grade. I rememeber this because everyone was talking about it. He was so young, one of the youngest ever to begin training. The whole District is sure he will be a winner. I hope they are right, he has worked so hard for this.

"Hi," He smiles at me and sits down.

"Hello," I reply as i begin to pull at the bottom of my shirt, trying to look busy.

"I'm Cato," He puts out his hand out for me to shake it, but I hesitate. What 16 year old shakes hands? He's just trying to impress you I tell myself. Don't fall for it. But then I laugh at my own thoughts. Yeah right! Get over yourself!

Cato must think I'm laughing at him because he puts down his hand and looks at me funny. "What are you laughing at?"

"Just wondering why your here."

"Well school is kinda required..." He laughs a little and i do to.

"Aren't you too busy training to be messing with me?" I ask seriously.

"Mess with you?" He looks confused. "I was just being friendly."

"But why?"

He is staring at his shoes. "Because... because i think you're pretty." He looks up at me with a cute smile.

I stand with my mouth opened, trying to come up with somthing to say. It takes what feels like forever until I say, "Thank you..."

Then he begins cracking up. "You're very welcome." Then he winks at me and turns his attention to the teacher.

Authors note: Have not written a story all year! I am so sorry! I've just been super busy! I'm editor of the school newspaper now and me and my sister have our own buisness now, so im busy at craft shows! I've become obsessed with the Hunger Games and ever since the movie, Alexander Ludwig... lol Soo... Like it? Hate it? Review Please!

xoxo,

BriceLeign