Author's note: So many ideas are forming in my head, but I can't write them all because I have schoolwork to do! Hope you enjoy this Oneshot! X
*Note* Disclaimer of the Hunger Games. All characters belong to the wonderful Suzanne Collins.
I do not understand why my parents named me Katniss. Out of all the names out there. Katniss. My father told me it was because Katniss was his favourite plant. Okay yeah, but it would make a great middle name right? I don't even have one. But noooo, Katniss No-Middle-Name Everdeen it is. Even my little sister has a better name: Primrose. At least it sounds decent. Whenever a teacher calls my name off the attendance list, I can still manage to hear a few stifles of laughter. Once a substitute mispronounced it as "Catpiss", and not surprisingly it's become a legend in my year.
I'm not the only one with an unordinary name. There's Peeta, which makes Katniss sound like the name of a goddess. The "cool" kids call him "peeta bread", because you know- Peeta is similar in sound as pita. Frankly, I don't find it funny, maybe because Peeta's quite good-looking for a guy with such a stupid name. But I shouldn't insult it, he doesn't insult mine. Oh yeah, and then there's Cato. Perfect. He's somewhat like the more muscular, taller, and tougher looking version of Peeta. Heard he's clever too, but what do I know? I don't have friends, besides Madge. She's the mayor's daughter. You'd think everyone would want to befriend her, but it's the complete opposite. The majority is scared of her because apparently "she can tell her father to remove any privileges from a family". And people believe the rumor because if you don't believe what the most intimidating group says, you're dead to them.
Which brings me to move on to the "cool" teenagers, huddled up together where the best seats in the classroom are. We have Marvel, who's a dickwad. He's near failing most of his courses except , yet he thinks he's some next level genius. Next to him is Finnick, whom I have to admit is very handsome. His right arm is wrapped around Annie's shoulders. Annie Cresta is the only one who I can stand. She never talks and doesn't seem to be interested in whatever they talk about. The girl mostly stares into space or at whoever is talking. Her long chestnut hair so smooth and silky, flowing down her back while other strands rest in front. The emerald eyes compliment the pair of dark wash jeans she wore today. On her feet are something which looks similar to worker's boots, however I'm not familiar with this season's latest trends.
In front is Clove, the shortest out of them. She always ties her hair up in some overly decorated ponytail and applies on red lipstick, so whenever she smiles it looks like she sucked blood from an innocent squirrel or something. Most certainly Clove is accompanied by her sidekick, Glimmer, the typical popular blonde girl. Hate to admit but she's gorgeous. The long locks of gold rest just below her shoulders. Rumors are she dated Cato before she got recruited with these arrogants. Off to the side we have Gale, the newest member. I heard he goes to the gym every day to work on his arms. Doesn't need any toning to me. Finally, out of all the girls and guys, I present to you the bitchiest, most ignorant, scariest, most demanding, and intimidating person on the universe: Johanna Mason. She has the widest set of brown eyes I've ever laid my eyes on, a swift ponytail, and a great body. Too bad her personality doesn't compliment her appearance.
I must have been eyeing her for a while because Johanna turns around, and her pupils are fixated exactly on mine. "What the hell are you looking at?"
Dammit. Why isn't here? Class is about to start. Okay. Calm Katniss, calm. If I play this right I might get out of it without a black eye. What do I say? "Um, I was just dazed by how great you did your hair today."
She must have been at a state of shock because she doesn't reply right away. However, she does squint at me and snarl out, "That's why there's facebook, so you don't have to creep in real life."
Thank god the bell rings. Just when it did, stumbles into the classroom. "Sorry kids, got a little held up by ; that nasty scumbag," he plops himself into the teacher's desk but misses by a few inches and collapses on the floor.
"Mr.A got a hangover!" Marvel hollers out. See? Dickwad.
"Hold your tongue Marvel, before I turn you into an Avox," an Avox is "a person who has been punished for rebelling against the Capitol". It's all in the trilogy we're reading for novel study, "The Hunger Games". It's about the future of America, how the President forces each "district" (state) to give in one female and male each year for a public slaughter. But in "the Capitol", the most luxurious district, The Hunger Games is just a reality television show. The winner gets interviewed, showered with wealth, gourmet, fame, and popularity. The protagonist is this girl Jennifer Lawrence, and she volunteers for her sister Willow who gets reaped into the Hunger Games. This other guy Josh is picked from the bowl of names and turns out he was in love with Jennifer for who knows how long because I'm not reading it for the romance, I'm reading it for the unforgiving and intelligent Jennifer.
Personally I believe selecting this novel for English is the biggest mistake in the history of education. All this talk of killing, kissing, lying, and violence has brought angst into our class. It's nearly impossible for us to read one chapter without some annoying kid making rude remarks on it.
"'Winning won't help me this time.' 'And why is that?' Stanley asked. 'Because…because she came here with me.'" Cato's reading the interview between Josh and the interviewer Stanley before the day of the games.
"Oh shiiiiiiiiiit! Gettin' it in tonight Josh!" Oh my god Marvel, shut up. From the corner of my eye I catch Annie smiling. Annie is smiling. Annie hardly smiles. See what I mean? This book causes rage.
"Watch your tongue Marvel, that's the second time in one class." The class giggles at the Avox joke.
"You know Cato, you'd make a very nice Josh," I swear Glimmer is trying to hit on him again.
"Really Glimmer, really? Peeta makes a better Josh," Clove demands.
"I don't care who makes a better who, as long as Katniss isn't that Jennifer Lawrence bitch."
If Jennifer Lawrence is a bitch, you'd play a great Jennifer then Johanna. I smirk at my personal diss.
I'm guessing is too drunk to correct Johanna. Whatever.
"Yo Mr.A, when can we head for lunch?" Finnick asks.
"Yeah what he said," oh my god Gale.
"Can you not be extra?"
"I'm not trying to be extra."
"Guys, shut up." And they do because Annie Cresta opened her mouth and noise came out of it instead of casual laughter or staring.
Our professor makes some kind of inhuman noise, something between a grumble and snort. "When hell freezes over."
Glimmer gets dumbfounded. "But , it's hot there." Everyone shoots her a dirty look, it's hilarious. Surprisingly I catch Cato smiling at her. Get married already, gosh.
In a couple of seconds the lunch bell rings and everyone runs to the caf. Except Peeta, Cato, and I. We're too much of an outsider to sit in the cafeteria. I was about to head out until I hear someone call my name.
"Katniss." It' Peeta. He's asking for my attention, so I turn around and face his direction. "Peeta."
"Why don't you stand up to Johanna?" He notices. For once I feel recognized, but everyone must be used to the fact I don't talk back to her. Who isn't afraid of her?
"I don't feel there's a need to. Who wants to waste their energy on that thing?" I don't consider Johanna a person, she's more on the side of Satan.
"I respect you Katniss. You don't attempt to suck up to them." Was that a compliment? His relaxed yet concerned expression on his face sure makes it look like one. I'm unsure so I don't thank him. "Yeah, you don't either," then I realize Cato is in the room as well, and passed out on his desk, "And neither does Cato. Cato, not to stick my nose into your business, but I always catch you and Glimmer giving each other your attention."
The look of pride is wiped off his face. "Yeah, Glimmer is too concerned with her reputation to be with me. Apparently I 'lower her standards.' So, I told her to talk to me when her head lands onto reality." The smirk on his face is suppressing.
Now I understand Cato. There's so much more to him than a pretty face and stupid name. There's so much more to everyone than their appearance. I don't believe Johanna is such a bitch for no particular reason, and I'll find out why soon. However that's another story. For now I'm going to finish reading The Hunger Games and cry over how Suzanne named a character after a college and bird (Seneca Crane). Now get out of my brain. How did you manage to search your way here in the first place?
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