Into the Spotlight Chapter 1, a hunger games fanfic

Authors Note-

Hey guys! This is my first fanfic! It's about Katniss and Peeta living in the modern world. Peeta is a well known actor and Katniss happens to be employed by him as his assistant. It's a love story so all of you Everlark fans will enjoy this! Thankyou so much if you are reading this right now! Please feel free review what you think of my story as well as any ideas! Thanks again!

All credit for the hunger games and its charactersbngoes to the amazing Suzanne Collins, I'm just playing around with her wonderful character!

Katniss P.O.V
The phone started blaring with its usual annoying ringtone. "Prim!" I yelled from inside my office. "Can you get that for me?"
"Sure Katniss," I hear her reply as her footsteps thud across the wooden floor. I continue typing, I've got a lot of work to do. It can be hard supporting the two of us since Mum and Dad died. But I'm a hard worker and I get my job done, that is why we can afford to live like this.
"Katniss!" Prim yells. "It's for you!" I pause for a moment before pushing myself away from the desk and standing, I walk out of my office and into the kitchen where Prim stands with the phone in her hand. She has grown so much over the past few years, the little girl I once knew is now a fully grown seventeen year old woman with the most beautiful golden hair one has ever seen. Why couldn't I look like her? Why couldn't I have adopted her gracefulness, kindness and beauty? Instead I got the harshness and attributes of my father. It isn't a bad thing, it's gotten me through the hard times like when we didn't have much food. If it weren't for my father I wouldn't have learnt to hunt with the bow and arrows and we wouldn't have survived. But sometimes a cannot help but be jealous of my younger sister.
I take the phone off Prim with a small thankyou and place the device up against my ear. "Hello?"
"Hello, Miss Everdeen?" a male voice asks.
"Speaking," I confirm.
"Miss Everdeen, my name is Haymitch Abernathy and I'm the manager of Peeta Mellark. Do you know of him?" Haymitch asks.
"I've heard of him," I say.
"Well Peeta is an actor, very famous may I add, and at the moment I'm looking for a personal assistant for myself. I've heard that you are very capable at keeping up with a busy schedule. So I'm offering you a job, Miss Everdeen, to be my assistant, are you interested?"
"Look, I'm already very busy Mr Abernathy," I say.
"What if I doubled the amount you would get paid?" he asks.
"And what would that make it?" I ask.
"One-hundred thousand," he says. I almost drop the phone.
"Deal," I force myself to say.
"Good, you will start tomorrow Miss Everdeen, a car will come to pick you up at eight so be ready. I look forward to meeting you."
"Same, until tomorrow Mr Abernathy."
"Until tomorrow." And that is when I hang up the phone.
Prim is looking at me curiously, "who was that?"
"Just someone offering me a job," I say casually not wanting to excite Prim because I know that she is a huge fan of Peeta Mellark. She is the only reason that I've even heard of him before now.
"Oh, and you took the offer?" she asks.
"Yeah, I start tomorrow," I smile.
"Okay, sounds good, congrats," she says with a huge smile. Her eyes dart up to the clock, "I'm going to the main square to meet Rory. I will be back in an hour or so okay?" she asks.
"Fine," I say, "have fun," I call as she bolts out the door.
"I will!" she says before she closes the door between us.

It's eight o'clock on the dot when the black car pulls into the front drive way, I wear a tight fitting red dress and my hair is fashioned into my classic braid. "Bye Prim!" I call as I close the front door. I walk outside and jump into the car where Haymitch sits in the front passengers seat and I sit in the back. The diver starts the car as Haymitch turns to me, "morning sweetheart. How are you feeling on your first day on the job?"
"It's just another job," I say casually.
Haymitch chuckles a little, "do you know how many girls would kill to be in your position right now? You get to work alongside Peeta Mellark! You're a lucky girl Miss Everdeen."
"I'm not lucky, I'm just good at my job. Besides, what is so good about Peeta? He is just an actor, not a god," I say.
"That is where your wrong Miss, to most young women like yourself in Panem Peeta is a god and they would do just about do anything to see him, let alone work with him every day."
I shrug and stare out the window as the main square of district twelve flashes past my eyes. Famous people have never really interested me much, they all seem stuck up and extremely full of themselves. Besides, I've got my own people to love and worry about, I have Prim and my best friend Gale and I wouldn't want it any other way.
"Tomorrow night we are attending a movie premier so you are required to attend and also look, you know, half decent," Haymitch says. I glare at the back of his head. "So tomorrow I will send you to a stylist, my friend Cinna, he will get you ready and dress including your hair and makeup. Then, you will ride a limo to the event and walk the red carpet."
"I would rather not be a focus of attention, at all in fact, is there a back way I can enter?" I ask.
Haymitch smirks at me through the revision mirror. "You are one strange girl Miss Everdeen."
"I like to think of myself as unique," I say.
Haymitch grins, "cheeky." I just raise my eyebrows.
Once we pull up I have no idea where we are. I open the car door and step out onto the side of the pavement where Haymitch joins me. I turn around and see a hotel in front of me, camera crews walk inside with filming equipment. Paparazzi stand at the front door waiting patiently for someone, and I'm guessing that they are waiting for Peeta.
"So what exactly do you want me to do today?" I ask.
"Today I just want you here to get familiar with being on set which you will be on very often. I may get you to do a few odd ernes but other than that take in the atmosphere and get to know Peeta because he will have to learn to come to you if he needs anything."
I nod, "sounds good." We walk towards the entry of the hotel, that is when the paparazzi turns their attention to us. They seem to instantly know Haymitch as they shout his name and ask him questions about Peeta. They only question he answers is about me.
"Who is accompying you today, is this lovely lady your girlfriend?" one ask. I burst out laughing.
"Not quite, she is my new assistant, her name is Katniss Everdeen," Haymitch says between a laugh.
"Your one lucky girl Katniss," the person says. "Working with the best, are you a fan of Peeta?"
I hesitate, "yeah, but my sister is way more obsessed than me, she is literally his biggest fan."
The reporter nods and looks up at me, "can we take a photo of the two of you?"
"Why would you want-?" I begin.
"Sure," Haymitch buts it. He pulls me beside him and we stand next to each other awkwardly.
"Come on!" the camera man says. "Show us a little love! You're a new team for goodness sake!"
So Haymitch puts his arm around my shoulder as our picture gets taken by possibly a hundred different cameras. Once we are inside Haymitch sends me inside and tells be to wait inside the foyer, "I've got to wait for Peeta so go inside and make yourself comfortable on the area reserved for us." I nod and turn away just as a limo pulls up, the paparazzi rushes forward and I jog inside before I get caught up in the quickly forming crowd.

The phone started blaring with its usual annoying ringtone. "Prim!" I yelled from inside my office. "Can you get that for me?"
"Sure Katniss," I hear her reply as her footsteps thud across the wooden floor. I continue typing, I've got a lot of work to do. It can be hard supporting the two of us since Mum and Dad died. But I'm a hard worker and I get my job done, that is why we can afford to live like this.
"Katniss!" Prim yells. "It's for you!" I pause for a moment before pushing myself away from the desk and standing, I walk out of my office and into the kitchen where Prim stands with the phone in her hand. She has grown so much over the past few years, the little girl I once knew is now a fully grown seventeen year old woman with the most beautiful golden hair one has ever seen. Why couldn't I look like her? Why couldn't I have adopted her gracefulness, kindness and beauty? Instead I got the harshness and attributes of my father. It isn't a bad thing, it's gotten me through the hard times like when we didn't have much food. If it weren't for my father I wouldn't have learnt to hunt with the bow and arrows and we wouldn't have survived. But sometimes a cannot help but be jealous of my younger sister.
I take the phone off Prim with a small thankyou and place the device up against my ear. "Hello?"
"Hello, Miss Everdeen?" a male voice asks.
"Speaking," I confirm.
"Miss Everdeen, my name is Haymitch Abernathy and I'm the manager of Peeta Mellark. Do you know of him?" Haymitch asks.
"I've heard of him," I say.
"Well Peeta is an actor, very famous may I add, and at the moment I'm looking for a personal assistant for myself. I've heard that you are very capable at keeping up with a busy schedule. So I'm offering you a job, Miss Everdeen, to be my assistant, are you interested?"
"Look, I'm already very busy Mr Abernathy," I say.
"What if I doubled the amount you would get paid?" he asks.
"And what would that make it?" I ask.
"One-hundred thousand," he says. I almost drop the phone.
"Deal," I force myself to say.
"Good, you will start tomorrow Miss Everdeen, a car will come to pick you up at eight so be ready. I look forward to meeting you."
"Same, until tomorrow Mr Abernathy."
"Until tomorrow." And that is when I hang up the phone.
Prim is looking at me curiously, "who was that?"
"Just someone offering me a job," I say casually not wanting to excite Prim because I know that she is a huge fan of Peeta Mellark. She is the only reason that I've even heard of him before now.
"Oh, and you took the offer?" she asks.
"Yeah, I start tomorrow," I smile.
"Okay, sounds good, congrats," she says with a huge smile. Her eyes dart up to the clock, "I'm going to the main square to meet Rory. I will be back in an hour or so okay?" she asks.
"Fine," I say, "have fun," I call as she bolts out the door.
"I will!" she says before she closes the door between us.

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