So this is my new Clato story. It is set in modern day and is based off the movie Detention, a movie that stars Josh Hutcherson. It contains a lot of swearing and bloody violence and a few sexual themes. The quotes are from the direction film.

I don't own The Hunger Games or Detention!

Chapter 1

"I'm Delly Cartwright and I'm a bitch." Smirked Delly Cartwright, the most popular girl at Panem High. She was laid in her bed.

"Beauty, Intelligence, Talent, Charisma, Hoobastank." She spoke out each word. "What?" She asked like she was in front of an audience. "They're good!"

She sat up in her bed and pointed to a poster on her wall. "Indie Rock Trends do move fast. Today, my alarm is set to the Drunges." Her alarm blurred out and she shut it off. "But by the time you actually watch this they'll be headlining a toilet in Toledo with mops."

Delly picked up a bottle of tablets and a bottle of water from under her bed. She placed 2 tablets on her tongue and swallowed them with some water. She then stood up and walked to the bathroom. When she opened the door she found her brother in there.

"Get out of the bathroom! You're ruining my life you fucking Ecstasy baby!" She screamed at him. He turned around and smirked.

"I'm peeing."

Delly then walked downstairs into the kitchen where she found her mom dishing up breakfast.

"French toast? Mom, I'm on a no-bread diet!" She shouted.

"Since when?" Her mom asked, confused.

"Since now!" Delly screamed. "Oh, I hate you! I hope you die!" She stormed off back upstairs and into the bathroom where her brother was now gone. She started to brush her teeth.

"Word of advice, there's always new toothpaste. Don't swallow. Spit!" Then she spat out the toothpaste. She walked back into her bedroom and pointed at a movie poster for a horror.

"Cinderhella 2: Beauty Scream opened this week at the District One Mall. If you're anyone who's anyone in Panem, you'll go see it. Effie Trinket is my idol." She giggled.

"This brings me to something I call: Delly Cartwright's Guide to Not Being a Total Reject." She lifted up one finger. "One, go see Cinderhella 2 on Friday night, loser."

"Delly, honey, I'm leaving! Hurry or we'll be late!" Her mom shouted up the stairs.

"Mom, I'm doing something important!" Delly shouted. "Ugh! You're a monster!"

"I'll be in the car." Was all her mom replied. Delly carried on with her guide.

"Number 2, take your Facebook photo with 'Hipster fuck me' pout." She took a photo of herself.

"Number 3, the 90's are the new 80's." Delly got a handful of clothes out of her closet.

"Number 4, wear the skinniest jeans possible." She pulled on a pair of bright pink skinny jeans.

"Number 5, Diet: No eating on Mondays and Wednesdays." Delly ordered. Just as she went on to her sixth tip, her phone bleeped.

"What now?" She groaned, opening her phone.

CNDRHLLA: 333 Pizza pit

DLLYQUEEN: Who rrr uuu?

CNDRHLLA: Urrr biggest fan

DLLYQUEEN: Rawrr! Rad

CNDRHLLA: Biiitch going to kill uuuu

DLLYQUEEN: Kkkkay

"Ugh!" Delly groaned. "Stalkers are so 2011." She giggled. Behind her a masked person holding a knife gripped her hair.

"Get out of my room, you paedophile!" She screamed. She turned around but when she did, the masked person slit her throat. Delly started to choke as blood sprayed everywhere. The stalker pushed her down onto the bed and crawled on top of her. The person repeatedly stabbed her whilst Delly was grunting in pain. Blood sprayed all over the bed and she was being murdered. Then, to finish off the job, the masked murderer threw Delly out of the window, onto her mothers car. Blood splashed all over the car and her mom screamed.

Delly Cartwright was dead.


Beep! Beep! Beep!

Clove Calloway groaned and turned off her alarm clock, trying to keep snuggled under the blanket that kept her warm.

Life sucks.

Clove pulled off the blanket and sat up, looking at the left over fries scattering her body and bed.

Every morning I try to remember that I'm only the second-biggest loser to walk Panem High. First place goes to the drunk slut who screwed the dead mascot in 1992.

"But the 90's are history and so am I." She muttered, thinking out-loud. Clove picked up a bottle of pills and emptied them in her mouth. She sucked on them a little. When she went to swallow, Na Na Na by My Chemical Romance blurred out on the radio. Clove spit the pills out.

"Oh my god! I love this song!" She grinned. Her face faltered when she heard the school bus arrive outside. Realising that she wasn't even close to being ready, Clove jumped out of the bed.

"Shit!" She screamed as she fell, remembering that she still had the cast on her broken leg. Clove urgently got changed into a pair of shorts, a purple plaid shirt and one red converse shoe. She ran out the house with her bag in her grip.

"No! No, no no no!" She tripped over one of the steps but kept on running until she realised that the bus wasn't going to stop. "Shit." She groaned as she walked back inside to her dad.

"Dad, I forgot the bus leaves early on Wednesdays. Can you drive me?" Clove asked innocently. He sat up, empty bottles of alcohol surrounding him.

"Sure, hun." He nodded before looking at the bottles. "Nope." He changed his mind. "Still drunk." He laid down and went back to sleep. Clove sighed and left the house for a second time.

It took Clove slower than usual to get to school because of her cast. She was almost there when a random guy wearing a unicorn T shirt, white jeans and white leather shoes grabbed her backpack, stopping her from walking.

"Yo, Heather Mills." He spoke like someone from a street gang.

"You're robbing me? I didn't even know that Iceland had crime." Clove retorted.

"Stop generalising. I stole this shirt." He pointed at the unicorn.

"And the leather shoes?" Clove asked, hating them.

"Vegetarian?" He guessed.

"Vegetarianism is the taproot of humanitarianism. Tolstoy." She quoted proudly. The 'hipster' thief outstretched his hand.

"Give me your iPod, salad eater." He ordered. Clove sighed and pulled her iPod out of her pocket. The thief looked at in it disgust.

"It's a fucking shuffle!" He exclaimed. Clove glared.

"I make 6.55 an hour!" She told him. He nodded.

"Yeah. Thanks anyway." He walked off, looking at it.

"It's not my fault majoring in Inuit Literature and Hipster Rock doesn't replenish your trust fund." She said in anger. The thief turned around.

"I listen to Aerosmith."


There's Chapter one! If you don't like it don't read it if you do like it read and review! Thanks.