Hello everyone! I just finished up my other fanfiction, and wanted to start a new one. I plan on this being around 20 chapters long, or 30 if I throw in some short ones. This is a new style of writing for me, as I've never written a major thing from first person past tense, but I think it'll be interesting. This will have Finnick/Annie, Katniss/Gale, Peeta/Delly, and Katniss/Johanna. That's not a final list, and if you have any suggestions please tell me! Thanks!

I opened my eyes as my alarm clock screamed, announcing the start of another day of school. Slowly, my arm smacked the alarm, silencing it. There was much to be done today, and I couldn't wait to get started. As always, I checked my calendar right away in the morning. It hung opposite to me, and as always each square was packed to the brim with activities to be done. I'm very efficient with my time; I can never know how much of it is left (something I should now know better than most). I rolled out of bed, excited for the day ahead of me. Walking over to the calendar, I checked what I had to do that day. Two relatively uninteresting papers needed to be written, lunch with a teacher (you never know when a math teacher's favor could be useful), an archery club meeting, and that night, a date with my boyfriend, Gale Hawthorne.

Gale was… interesting. There was no denying he was beautiful; he had the upper body of a swimmer and the face of a model. Most girls at school would have loved to have been with him (not that I would ever allow that), but we had been friends since we were kids. I was never as into him as he was into me. He was just too… Something. At that point, me and him had been dating steadily for the last year. Sure, we'd had hiccups, but nothing my particular brand of problem solving couldn't get over. Later, when things got real bad… I'm getting ahead of myself.

Walking into school that day, I could tell there was something wrong. Death ingrains itself into everything, like smoke after a fire. The whispers were too solemn, to nervous. I checked my phone, looking for the name of the corpse. A dozen messages were sent to me, all referring to a teacher as the victim. I wasn't surprised. Get a thousand people together for four years and one of them's bound to die. One of the more popular girls at my school, Kate Halverson, was breaking down in tears. I severely doubted their genuity. She looked at the people surrounding her from time to time, looking like a baby checking if their cries were being attended to. Another popular girl, but one I respect infinitely more, was attending her, letting Kate's head rest on her shoulder. Delly was slow to say the least, but easily the nicest, happiest person you've ever met. Her smile could bring happiness to the lowliest, most pitiful of creatures. They say ignorance is bliss; maybe there's a kernel of truth in that.

I continued through my day, unperturbed by the recent death. The only effect it had on me was the fact that my lunch was now unfortunately cancelled, so I was stuck at the school that day. I ate in the janitor's closet that day, waiting for Haymitch to arrive. I was halfway through a small quiche when he entered. "Well, hello sweetheart. Here for counseling on your own mortality?"

"No, but there's only so much sniffling a girl can take before she needs some quiet." I replied. Haymitch had come straight from the a tour in Iraq to become a high school janitor. I could tell he was having trouble with the transition; his shaking hand was a telltale sign of post traumatic stress disorder. I had been resistant to him at first; maybe it was the fact that he threw away so much time with his booze. Anyway, we learned to get along with each other.

"Well if you need anything, I'm here for you." Haymitch spread his arms in mock sympathy. Someone knocked twice on the door. Haymitch frowned- this was strange. Most people didn't even know the closet existed.

"Haymitch, is Katniss in there?" Gale's voice resounded through the door. Haymitch raised his eyebrows, silently asking what he should say.

"Yeah, I'm in here!" I walked out of the cramped room into Gale.

"Hello there, Katnip. I was wondering if we were still on for tonight. I know he was your teacher, and-"

"Oh yeah, it's fine. Yeah, we're still on for tonight."

"Ok, just making sure. Remember, if you need anything, I'm here for you." Haymitch, who was watching the affair through the door, started laughing. "Well, I have to go. See you tonight Katniss." He walked away, looking confused at Haymitch.

"Sweetheart, the difference between me and him is that I was kidding." I looked away, unable to hide my blushing face.

"Shut up Haymitch." I re-entered his office, and sat down to my quiche. People put so little effort into food- that probably explains the quantity of sandwiches I see in the cafeteria. That's part of the reason I eat in Haymitch's office often; people look too much like wolves in the cafeteria. Haymitch's radio squawked, asking for his help, and he sighed into it.

"Enjoy your unborn chicken pie." Haymitch paused before answering. "I'll be right there!" he said into his radio, and lumbered out of the closet.

Deciding the office wasn't the same without Haymitch, I finished up quickly and wandered the halls. A tall, blonde boy walked in front of me. I hadn't seen him before, so I assumed he was new. He sat down, pulling out his lunch. I decided to sit next to him, seeing as though I had nothing better to do. He stared at me, confused, but ate his lunch silently. We sat there till the bell ringed. While I was leaving, he said "Bye" quietly. When I realized it was him who said it, he had already scampered off.

I had a free period after that, so I went down to the gym. I had my complaints about my school, but the gymnasium was not one of them. Due to my way with people, I had secured the right from the PE teachers to practice my archery during the period after lunch. Archery was the most calming thing for me. The repetitiveness, the sound of an arrow hitting the target, everything about it screamed stress relief. I had started an archery club in my school to expose others to its relaxing rhythm, and now had 15 members. I continued throughout my day, enjoying the relaxation my lunch mate's death had afforded me. Gale picked me up around 8:00, and we left for the movies.

The date that night was less than satisfactory.