Sorry I forgot to leave an authors note after my first chapter. So anyway this is my first fanfic, so review and if you have any ideas then please tell me! Enjoy!
Prim and I walked through the gates without Haymitch because I told him that this was something we could do on our own.
"Hi, we're new here." I said to the receptionist who's name tag said Portia.
"Name?" She said.
"Katniss and Primrose Everdeen."
"Katniss, here is your locker combination and your timetable. Primrose, the same for you. Have fun you two, and welcome to Panem High."
I wished Prim good luck and we went our separate ways to find out lockers. Mine was locker 203. I was reading my combination when I stupidly ran into some guy.
"Oh, sorry..." I said, sheepishly.
"Thats alright. Hey, I haven't seen you before. What's your name?" the guy asked.
"Katniss." I said quietly. I wasn't in the mood to talk to people right now.
"Well Catnip, I'm Gale. I'm guessing your new here?" I nod. "So why exactly did I have the pleasure in bumping into you?"
"I'm just trying find my locker. It's locker 203. And it's Katniss."
"Locker 203, eh? Funny, mine is locker 205. Guess we're locker buddies." And he led me to where mine and also his lockers were. I opened my locker and found a couple of textbooks and looked at my timetable. Gale snatched it out of my hand. I didn't care but I gave him an annoyed look. He just laughed.
"Hmm, History, Math, Music..." He said, observing My timetable. "We'll, I'm with you for the first lesson." And with that, he led me to History.
When we got to the classroom, he told me that he would have to leave me because he had to sit next to someonue else. He told me to report to the teacher and see what happens.
So after I had reported to the teacher she told me to sign next to a brown haired girl, the only one with a spare seat.
"Hey, I'm Clove Foster. You are...?" She asked.
"I'm Katniss Everdeen." i said, a little lighter than when I introduced myself to Gale.
"I like your style, it suits you." For some reason I glance down to see what I was wearing. A white vest top and black skinny jeans. I wore a purple hoodie too. Clove was wearing a green collar top which tied up at the bottom and blue jeans.
"Thanks, I like yours too." I say, unsure of how to reply. Fashion isn't really my thing.
The lesson went fast, as I was practically talking to Clove about unimportant rubbish. She took me to the lunch hall where she introduced me to her group.