AN: FIRST CHAPTER! All characters, etc go to respective owners... here it is!


Chapter One: Caught Journal

(Katniss)

The class was one of my favorites, even with challenges. It was graded by a ridiculous teacher, one of the most prestigious of the Academy. He wasn't like that though, just a genius.

He is perfect, even if a Vulcan hybrid, it doesn't change. His intellect was remarkable, fascinating, even. I pick up my PADD and start to type. Spock, our professor in xenolingistics, was instructing on Vulcan teachings, it was high level, but I had already mastered the tongue. I had mastered many, and it took a lot of discipline to not by bored. I wasn't in Spock's class, for he was attractive and all, but he caught on and noticed if I was staring at him for too long.

I take my time, writing a poem in the structure of Soren's teachings. Spock was teaching of Syboks, which were like Shakespeare.

Ice is said to burn, Fire is said to chill

Drowning, they say, is to fly.

Therefore opposites are their reciprocals.

Beauty is a thorns nest, Roses

smell of death. And in this cruel universe,

opposites attract-

A clueless Vulcan, a wise Human-

a hybrid is an equilibrium.

If the universe could ever be kind

be kind to him, not to me-

for he is better than thee.

The bell chimes, and other cadets file out, I hurry over when my recent work on my PADD is collected with the others. Notes check, and Commander Spock will not like it, he will disapprove. For his star student just wrote in Vulcan about him, in the style of Soren, not Sybok.

I take my leave, head held down in shame, dreading the future.

At lunch, I find Johanna, spunky roommate friend, sitting with Finnick Odair, a fellow cadet.

"SUP! Katniss!" he hollers, waving me over.

i internally groan, today is going to be worsening by the minute. I sit down across from them, undoing my braid in the process. I'm not hungry, it doesn't matter now.

"Wrote a poem in class instead of taking notes. Teacher's gonna be pissed." I say, JoJo's eyes go wide, but before she can respond, Finnick askes

"What teacher?"

JoJo answers, "Pointy Eared Logic faced hobogoblin."

"You're screwed."

I respond, despair weakening my control, "You mean fucked?"

"Yeah, what the hell did you write?"

I recall the class with great detail. Nothing else is to be said, for the day-

It was going to get stranger.