I shove the letter in my drawer quickly and force myself to forget about it. But I can't.
She told me she was coming to see me.
To visit, and take me for the Christmas holiday.
I'm not going.
I refuse the new news to impact me what so ever, so I walk out of my room in a new set of clothes and knock on Peeta's door.
Ten minutes later he has me up against the wall. My worries forgotten.
His hands smooth the ruffles of my oversized t-shirt, he runs his hands down to my hips and nips at my bottom lip. I groan into him as he plays with my hair. He suddenly reached to the bottom of my shirt and reaches it off. He looks at me, and his eyes turn black "Peeta-" and his lips are back on mine, our tongues entwined. He puts his hands on my boobs and massages them. I can't do anything but moan in shock, as he fiercely shoves me onto the bed. I take his newly changed shirt off and my regrets are gone. I like it. I run my hands along his smooth chest and up to his jaw line. I groan inwardly as he nips along my neck, and plants two soft kisses on each breast. I smile and he softly kisses me on the lips, he then rests his forehead on mine.
"I liked that" He whispers, and I nod. He slides of me and we kiss softly for a while, his hands entangled in my hair, my hands on him chest.
Suddenly he shoots up, "Dinner soon" He says, as he checks his watch.
We throw our t-shirts back on and walk out of his room, where Woof eyes us suspiciously. I blush when I hope we weren't that loud.
Enobaria walks in the room suddenly, and smiles at me. I return it, and she mutters something about changing.
Five minutes later, she's back.
We wait for Chaff for a bit, then remember he's in a vile mood, so we walk out and join the others in the canteen.
We chat happily about plans for Christmas. I cringe as I remember. I am staying here.
The attention then changes to me "You going back then?" Woof asks casually.
"No, I've got to stay here- I found out dad has a funeral near Christmas, and I said he should stay there" Peeta looks shocked
"You can't stay here!" He bursts out
"You'll be on your own! Only a small amount of people stay anyway!" He tries again
"I have nowhere else" I state, smiling slightly, and then shrugging.
"Come stay with me! Please Katniss, we have a big enough house, my family will love you!"
I get excited about the new plan. "Peeta you can't-"
"Katniss, please" He pleads
"We'll talk about it later" I sigh, as I look at Woof. To my surprise, he looks happy. I give him a look and he quickly mouths "I live down the street" And I grin too.
Maybe this Christmas won't be so bad after all!
A week passes and I forget about the letter completely. To start with, I was just confused, but the days after, I started to become angry, why did dad tell me she died in a car crash?
The night after I received the letter I went into Woof's room crying. He held me until I fell asleep, and didn't ask me anything. It was the best night's sleep I have had since I arrived.
My relationship is going well.
We haven't had to seriously chat since then and we are now taking it slower, except for the little moments we share in the bedrooms, but they are never anything serious.
I spoke to Peeta's family with him over skype, and Peeta brought up the fact I was staying at school. I was momentarily angry with him, and gave him a stern look, for which his family laughed. Then, in their kindness, insisted I stayed with them. It meant a night train to their house with Woof and Peeta, but it was better than staying here.
I reluctantly agreed, but stopped when they offered to buy my ticket. Turns out they ignored me, as two days later two tickets arrive, one for me, and one for Peeta.
I turn and hug him, squealing as he kisses me. "It's going to be great Kat" He whispers as he tucks my hair behind my ear. "Great" He whispers.
The next few weeks before the holidays pass in a blur.
Before I know it, the hockey trials are here.
Once again, I'm the hockey star in the school, which earnt some friends, and in some cases, some jealous enemies. Two girls are coming too, we bundle into our coach's car with all our kit, and I see Peeta waving me off. He calmed all my nerves this morning, and promised me I'd do fine. In an hour and a half, after a very pain staking car journey, we are here.
We jump to the opportunity to stretch our legs, and I hear my phone ringing. It's my dad
"Heyy dad"
"Katniss, I know what a big day it is for you. I want to say good luck, obviously, not that you need it. And that I'll be proud no matter what happens"
I smile
"Thanks dad, I'm hoping for the best, I'll ring you as soon as I find out whether I'm in!"
My dad leaves, and I slide my phone in the top pocket of my huge hockey stick bag. I grimace as I pick it up, and follow the two other girls. Turns out they know most people here, as suddenly I am shoved into stranger's conversations, making friends with the girls I'll soon be against.
A crackling of a loud speaker comes from a corner of the first pitch.
"Anyone who hasn't signed in yet, please do so, in the clubhouse"
I look at Effie, one of the girls I came with. She's nice, kind and bubbly.
She has wavy blonde hair, and always wears a precise amount of makeup. She beckons me over, and we follow the concrete path out of the pitch, and round to the back of the brick building. We walk inside and to our immediate left are toilets, then a bar, then a communal area where a large desk with two people sitting behind it is placed. We stride over and our names our submitted, we get a piece of paper with a number, I get Everdeen 2.
The walls are a dull red, and the carpet blue. For some strange reason, the windows are barred up and on one, the shutters are down. Looks like the place is running out of money. We sign in with the two gentlemen and quickly pop into the toilets. I check my watch
12:03
I cringe; I'll be playing in less than twenty minutes.
Our coach encourages us to go and warm up, we run two laps and continue some basic stretches.
The speakers crackle again
"Can group one and two make their way to pitch two, whilst three and four on pitch one, Thank you. Good luck girls!"
The nerves are back. The empty feeling in my legs makes me feel weak, as I go light headed. I force myself to think positive.
The teachers have had us training non-stop for two weeks.
I have improved my fitness, and my skills. I'm ready, but the nerves are flowing back in tidal waves.
"Good luck Effie!" I grin as we walk off; we were put in opposite teams.
I walk over to where a group of girls have congregated "Hi" I softly mutter
"Katniss!" I'm shocked they know my name
"That's me" I joke
"So you're playing upfront, yeah?" The older woman asks. I nod, "Yeah" She then goes through her clipboard diagram and the eleven players make their way to the pitch.
We start.
I score
The running becomes hard.
I score again.
The other team battles through us and slips it in, past our goalie.
Its fine, we're three goals up.
I'm playing surprisingly well. I fought off the nerves, and now my heads down, and there is nothing more important than winning this game.
Half way is finally here and the girls meet back.
We all take a minute catching our breath, drinking.
"Well played girls! We're winning, by three still, so we need to get another goal!" We all mummer in agreement.
The rest of the day passes again, in a blur
By the end I am flat out, winning all of our matches and scoring quite a few. I think I have a chance.
Roughly fifty girls are trailed, and only fifteen get through, all I can do is hope.
I meet back up with Effie and my coach, the other girl from our school hasn't turned up yet. We chat about how we think we did and Effie seems upset, she doesn't think she's done nearly as well as she needs to have done to get through. I just say I think I did alright, and left it at that. A crackle comes from the front of the room
"Attention Ladies!" The old man starts "To start with, I would like to congratulate on every single person standing in front of me today!" He cheers as people start to clap "Now's the hard part. The coaches have fed back points, stats and comments and instead of just fifteen getting through, we raised the number to twenty, it was just too close!" My heart relaxes a bit. I hear Effie gulp. I look over and give her a reassuring look. She kindly shrugs back.
"So, in no order, the twenty people going through are..." He starts to list the names. I haven't heard mine, and they've read the first ten. Gleeful faces and happy voices come in gentle waves. My ears start to block out sounds. I haven't done it!
"Katniss?!" My coach nudges me "Yeah?" I whisper
"Don't tell me you missed it?" I look at her
"What?"
"You're through!"
I immediately feel relieved. But anxious at the same time. I grin like a Cheshire cat but try to keep it subtle. We're down to the final five. Effie still hasn't been called. It'd be a shame if she didn't get through, as she was one of the best in the opposing teams.
It gets down to the last two
"Trinket Effie!" She looks up suddenly, tears forming in her eyes "Oh god" She sighs.
The other girl hasn't been mentioned. The last name is called and coach looks around.
Gloomy faces trail out, looking defeated as twenty girls stand looking around. The man speaks again "Welcome girls! To the next stage, where commitment to play is expected highly, obviously. Two missed sessions, and your place will be passed on to the next person." I see a few girls nod.
He gets given a cardboard box by some young looking man. "We have your skorts, and socks, the correct shirts will be arriving this week at your school, or club." The man then goes round to every area and hands out sizes. "Thank you" I say politely "Katniss Everdeen! The new star! You did do well!" He says, his eyes glinting. Before I can reply, he's gone.
We slowly leave, and find the other girl, in tears, un-consolably upset. She didn't get through. We walk her over to the car and try to calm her, but nothing works. For the rest of the journey she sits and stares out the window, the rest of us are silent, apart from the quite hum of the radio.
Two hours later, after a happy phone call to dad, a stop at a petrol station and a lot of consoling for the other girl, who I still don't know the name of, were back.
I can't wait to tell the boys.
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