HI PEOPLES! So what do u think so far? And I received a review saying that Katniss was a bit OOC. I think I'll tone that down a lot, and maybe edit the chapter. And a great THANK YOU to everybody that reviewed. I love u all!
Now on with the story.
Disclaimer: Still wishing I owned the Hunger Games. Then Cato would be MINE! And I also don't own anything mentioned, such as In-N-Out.
"OH MY GOD! HOW IS THIS SO FRIGGIN GOOD!" I exclaim, my mouth full of food. Hamburger, to be exact. The best burger in the freaking WORLD! "How the hell does In-N-Out do it! I mean, I could eat here everyday due to the amazing burgers!"
"Clove! Chew with your mouth closed. And I totally agree with that statement. But, you may get sick of it after a year. Probably not though…"
"Understandable. When am I starting school?"
"Ummm… The principal said ASAP, actually. I was thinking Monday, maybe? Then I would have time to show you around."
"Sounds good to me! I heard that Panem High is a performing arts high school. How did you get in?"
"Oh, well I'm a singer I guess. You're a dancer, right?" she informs/asks me.
"Yeah, I am. What dance classes do they offer there?" I ask. I mean, it can't hurt to take a few classes.
"Well, they offer everything, from Ballet to Hip-Hop. They offer all levels, but you have to audition to be in the higher levels. What are your favorite styles?" she asks me. "Well, I love everything, but my favorites are Ballet and Contemporary/Modern. They are just so much fun, but it's also hard work. I take Ballet on Pointe as well," I say. "I just love the more technical styles. Not that there's anything wrong with Hip-Hop, it's just I always enjoyed those more for some reason."
"I get that. The more soulful songs are better to sing than those autotuned rap songs. I guess dance and singing are very similar. Who would have guessed?"
"Yeah, no kidding. So when can I audition for the higher classes? I really want to start ASAP, because sometimes I really can't stand being underestimated. You know, size," I gesture to my height of 4"4. "They wouldn't do that. You just have to come in A half hour early on your first day, and have something prepared to show them. They'll love you! I've seen you at your dance shows. You were incredible. They have to love you."
"Thanks, Kat. Now I need to stress on getting a solo prepared for 3 days."
"Hey, it's better than having the stress of preparing it in five minutes." She remarks. I sigh, knowing she's right and that I have lost this battle. "Fine, but you are picking my music. I want a singers opinion."
The Everdeens live in a part of LA called D12. It's a small community with a bunch of hang-out places and neighboring cities. All of the people seem so friendly here! But the weather could get a better attitude, 'cuz from what Kat tells me, the weather is cold in the summer and hot in the winter.
As we pull in to the driveway, I survey the street. Nice and quiet, probably no one knows it exists except the mailman. Kat's house is a light blue with big light bulbs for nighttime. 8236, Maple Ave., is her address. I am barely able to get out of the car before Katniss' little sister, Prim, has her arms around me.
"Hey, Prim! How are you?" I ask her. Prim is only twelve years old, and the sweetest thing in the world. "Hey Clove! I'm good, thanks for asking. Want me to show you around the house? I already have dinner planned. Or are you going out with Katniss and her friends? And do you—"
"—Prim, don't scare her! She's only been in LA for less than an hour. She probably has jet lag anyways. And I was planning on taking her out with Madge, Johanna, and Annie tonight for dinner. You can plan dinner for tomorrow night. It's a girls' night."
"If it's a girls' night then why can't I come?"
"Let me rephrase that, teenage and in their junior year of high school girls' night."
"Fine then, I'll call and see if Rue can come over."
"Fine by me as long as Mom is out."
"Come on Clove! Madge, Johanna, and Annie are here!" Katniss yells. Shit, what was I doing this whole time? I instantly remember. You were looking at your pictures of Annabelle. Talk about homesick.
"Coming Kat! Give me a minute, I'm almost ready!" I respond. I now have to get ready in 10 seconds. Good thing I already put my outfit on the bed already. I pull on the purple v-neck, dark blue skinny jeans, and my black Vans on. I then ponytail my hair and leave my bangs down. On my way out I grab my dad's zip-up hooded jacket. He wore it when he was my age, and now I do. It's gray with a yellow hood on the inside. I slip out of my room and run down the stairs. "Sorry I'm late," I say. "I was a bit distracted. We ready to go?" I ask. I can't wait to get out of here.
"Yep," she says. "Oh! And this is Madge," she points to the girl with the long blonde hair. "And this is Johanna," Johanna has short, spiky brown hair with an intimidating look in her eye, "And last but not least, the lovely Annie." Annie has long, brown hair, like dark chocolate, and sea green eyes. She looks a bit crazy if you ask me.
"Hey, I'm Clove, Kat's cousin. I moved here from Chicago, and I just arrived today. It's nice to meet you all."
"We ready to go?" Kat asked. "Yep!" We all say. "Then let's go!"
And at that, we left.
