Chapter 1

Zayna POV

I'm sitting on my new bed, staring at the ceiling. I'm finally going to be able to see my best friends Katniss and Clove tomorrow. They've been going to Panem Prep since Middle School, and I'm starting my sophomore year of high school there. I'm listening to my favorite singer, Adam Lambert (he's actually my favorite singer), when my phone starts singing "One More Night" by Maroon 5. "Hey Kat!" I say once I answer.

K: Hey Zani! You excited for school tomorrow?

Z: Yeah, also a little nervous.

K: Don't worry; you'll fit right in. Though it may be a private school, there's no dress code! Express yourself. You also get to decorate your own locker, create music and art instead of going to 3rd period, it's just awesome! And so are the teachers-they're 20 and 30 years old, they understand us! Especially Ms. Trinket. She's…stylish. And Mr. Abernathy is always drunk, so we never do anything!

Z: Well, you seem more excited than I do…hey, is Clover there with you?

C: Sup Zani! I haven't seen you since summer camp! How've you been?

Z: Good, you?

C: Good, I can't wait to see you tomorrow.

Z: Me too.

K: We've got three surprises for you! You'll see them tomorrow! Bye!

Z: Bye!

C: Peace out!

Z: Peace out, C-Dog.

I hang up. I start to organize my outfit for tomorrow: Dark denim jeans, a white Adam Lambert t-shirt, and a red leather jacket, with my black lace up boots and my Eye of Anubis necklace. "Zazay! Time for you to go to sleep! It's 9:30 and school starts early tomorrow! Good night!" My mom yells from her room. "G'night mom!" My little brothers and sister run into my room. "Good night Venice," I whisper kissing my 5-year-old brother's forehead. "Good night Chaz," I say to my 4-year-old brother, kissing the top of his head. "Good night London," I giggle kissing my 6-year-old sister on the cheek. They hug me good night and head off to their room, and I fall into a heavy sleep.

I wake up at 4:00 the next morning, due to nerves. "I may as well get ready," I yawn, stretching my arms. First I get out of bed and do my stretches. Then I get undressed and head for the shower. My dark skin compliments the light of the bathroom as I scrub hastily. I rinse and then wash my long curly black hair. Some say I look like an older version of my little cousin, Rue, and I agree. I took a photo with her and then it hit me. I check the clock. 4:20. I run to my room and quickly dress. Then I run back to the bathroom and wash my face and brush my teeth. Then I grab my bag and run to the Starbucks. I get a Carmel Frappuccino. I enjoy it and then I run into the bathroom and brush my teeth again. Then I race back to my house and wait outside for Katniss and Clove to pick me up.

The honking of a car horn awakens me from my daymare, of embarrassing myself in front of everybody. "Zani! Hi!" Clove yells. She jumps out the car and runs to me in her leather boots, blue jeans, and giant turquoise t-shirt. I hug her and then run to the car with her. I throw my bag in the trunk and get in the car. "Hey Kat!" I squeal. "Zani! I've missed you so much!" she squeals back. Her hair is in her signature braid, and she's wearing light blue jeans, a green t-shirt that has a bow and arrow on it, and tall brown hiking boots. "I love your outfits," I say to them. "Thanks, I like yours too." They both say back. Then we buckle up and start too drive off to school.

"Why'd we come so early?" I ask. "It's only 5." "For your surprises, of course!" Clove giggles. She drags me down a long hallway to an already decorated locker. "We decided to start decorating your locker for you! What do you think?" Katniss says. "Wow. You guys know me so well." It's cover with pictures and symbols for Adam Lambert, Run DMC, Stevie Wonder, Maroon 5, David Guetta, and Michael Jackson. "Just one more thing," I say, opening my bag. I pull out a picture of my self, and put it right in the center. "Next surprise?" I ask. "Clover!" a boy shouts from down the hall. "Kitty Kat!" another guy shout's from the other direction. A very tall and muscular guy wraps his arms around Clove and a tall guy with brown hair wraps his arms around Katniss. "Zani, meet Cato, Cato, meet Zani." Clove says. I smile and he smiles back. "Despite his large size and looking intimidating, Cato is a soft center sweet heart with a love for music." Clove smiles while looking at him. "Zani, meet Gale, Gale meet Zani," I wave at him and he waves back. "Gale has a passion for sports. He's on the basketball team, soccer team, wrestling tem, hockey team, softball team, baseball team, golf team, and track and field. He's also very sweet and smart." Katniss says. "Congrats guys! I'm so happy for all of you," I say smiling, trying not to feel like a fifth wheel. "Last surprise?" I say. Clove stands next to my locker and opens it. Katniss goes on the other side of my locker and opens it. "Locker buddies!" they squeal. I pretend to look excited and jump up and down. "Well, why don't you start exploring? We have to meet with our teachers and talk about you." Kat says, and the couples hurry along down the hallway. "Oh yeah, I'm gonna be a fifth wheel alright." I sigh, leaning against my locker. I realize that I remember my combination, it's the same one I had in middle school. I open my locker, and put my books inside. Then I go off on an adventure.

I find myself in the Arts wing. I start singing to myself. I pass the choral room, when I realize some one is singing the same song as I am. I peer in to the choral room entrance, and I see a guy, blonde hair, singing and playing the guitar. His voice, its so….beautiful. Crisp. Clear. Sweet. He's got talent. I wish I could sing like that.

I find myself walking in and sitting in one of chairs closest to him. He finishes. I clap like I'm a cheesy geek. He smiles and chuckles. His smile is so pretty.

"Thanks," he says. I smile. "I'm Peeta." He says. "I'm Zayna, but my friends call me Zani." I say. We shake hands and exchange gratitude for friendship. "I can tell you're new," he says. "Yeah, but my best friends go here. Katniss Everdeen, and Clove Taylorsson." "I know them, I'm friends with their boyfriends." "Peeta, I know we just met, but can I tell you a secret?" "Sure," "I'm happy for Clove and Kat, but I feel like a fifth wheel when they're with their boyfriends, you know?" "I feel the same way. Cato and Gale are my best friends, and now that they have girlfriends…" "Wait, you're single? How could YOU be single?" "Eh, I don't really care. What ever happens, happens." I look at his blue eyes. He's a looker all right.

Peeta's POV

She's a beauty all right. Gorgeous. "So Peeta, do you think you could show me around?" she asks in a sweet, crisp voice. "Yeah, totally." I reply. I just feel like I can talk to her, you know? I get up and put my guitar in my case. I find my music locker and put my guitar in it. Then we head out the door. "Hey, Zani, I have to stop by my locker. Follow me." I say, grabbing her hand. I drop it and blush. "Sorry, habit." I say. "It's okay. My habit is tapping my foot when I'm learning something that 'm interested in." she replies. We walk down to my locker. I open it and she gasps. "Whoa! Sweet locker dude!" She exclaims. "Thanks, I love the arts." My locker has a painting of me painting a picture of me painting a picture of me painting a picture of me on the outside. The inside is different. It has pictures of musical artists and movie actors and actresses. I grab my phone. "Hey, can I have your number?" I ask as politely as I can. "Yeah," she puts her number in and I put my number in hers. "Nice phone, iPhone4s." she says. "I like yours, Samsung Galaxy II. It's a nice phone." I reply.

SKIP TO LUNCH

I see Zani looking confused about where to sit. I wave her over to my table. Marvel wolf whistles as she walks over. I roll my eyes. She sits and waves hi to my table. "Guys, this is Zani." Everyone says "HI ZANI." Except for Marvel, who waits until they're done to say, "Hello Zani," in the most seductive tone that he can. I point to him. "That's Marvel." Then I point to Annie. "That's Annie, she's studying with Finnick." They both wave hi, and Finnick flashes his signature "Ladies Love Me" smile. I point to Thresh. "That's Thresh." Thresh says hi to her. Then I point to Madge, who's sitting next to me. "That's Madge." And lastly, I point to the girl that's next to Zani. "That's Willow, but mean kids call her Foxface." "Hi, I'm Willow. I like your shirt Zani. High five for Adam Lambert!" she says, and Zani high fives back. Those two might get along very well.