Chapter One
"No, I will not eat that dough because I am Katniss Everdeen and nobody, not even you tells me what to do," I protested, wrinkling my nose at the reeking stench of it.
"Come on, Kat, this took Shane and I years to knead." Peeta said and threw a handful of flour and me. I sneezed into the perfect square of dough I had on the worktop of my Food Tech classroom. Which, had also taken Tris and I ages to make. It was chocolate and plum flavor. Yum. Now it's totally ruined. Great.
"I'm afraid that dough is to be disposed of. Very unhygenic." Mrs. Carstairs the Food Tech teach tutted from her desk, her mouth full of jam and custard doughnuts.
"Ugggghhhh," I groaned and tossed it in the bin under the worktop.
"Wanna work with us?" Clary Flary asked, her jade green eyes wide, gesturing at her cooking partner, Isabelle Lightwood who was sprinkling edible silver balls in the dough.
"It's fine. She's with us," Shane gave her a thumps up and a cheesy, childish smile.
"No, I most am definitely not." I refused and went over to Eve Rosser and Claire Danver's worktop.
"Hey, Kat! 'Sup?" Eve smiled, her lips are black lipstick.
"Shane and Peeta ruined my dough. Well they made-,"
"No need for an explanation, I really would rather live not knowing what those two sillies did. So lemme guess, you need another batch of ingredients?"
"If it's totally alright with-,"
"Claire Bear, get the girl some butter, I'll get her the eggs and flour." Claire ducked under the worktop and slammed a slab of butter. She handed it to me and Eve dumped some flour into a dark purple pot with the words 'Metal or die' scrawled on it. Tris took the eggs and butter, thanking Clary.
"Thanks," I told the girls and went back to the worktop. Shane's hair was dripping in milk and Peeta was holding an empty pint bottle. Wonder what happened there.
"Hey, Micheal!" Shane yelled across the room. Micheal who was nervously watching Four beat the living daylights out of a brown dough (Dauntless cake bread - duh!) rolled his eyes. "I'm the Milkman! See!" And cackled at his own cheesy and no doubt about it, terrible joke.
"Seriously!" Eve rolled her mascaraed and racooned eyes and dumped crimson jelly fangs into the dough.
Tris got to work with the dry ingredients, I did the wet with what little milk Peeta and Shane left.
"So," Tris began "D'ya know what you're doing for the Fandom High talent show? I'm gonna so totally beatbox about stage combat with Four."
"Er...I didn't even know that that existed." I answered stupidly and stole Percy Jackson's blue dye and dumped it in the wet bowl. I returned it all casually and he didn't even realise at all. He was too busy talking about his secret obssesion A.K.A. 5 Seconds of Summer with Ron Weasley who kept adding oddly coloured jelly beans to the dough.
Then Tris and I mixed our ingredients and we had two minutes until break time. And then I watched twenty students race to the five ovens in the Food Tech Room.