Hey readers! Running out of ideas for drabbles, so please PM me or send a review of one you'd like to see. Promise I'll do them, -Erin. P.S this is an AU of Katniss and Peeta as normal Capitol teenagers. Please review
My pink, fluffy alarm clock wakes me up. I lift my head slightly to see what the time is. I groan, it's only 9 'o clock! I hate school, having to be there at 11, I mean what are they? Mad?
I slip out of my comfortable bed which has special strings attached to make it sway slightly. I pestered my mother so hard that she finally gave in and bought me it, and my friends were all totally jealous, I mean, who wouldn't be! There beds were plain and boring, while mine was the best. I always had to have the best.
I walk sleepily into the crystal made shower, and pressed the red button. I jab the lavender button that instantly made lavender shampoo and conditioner come out. I turn it off and walk straight into the Drying Area, where all I had to do was press a big red button, and in at least a second, I was dry and my hair untangled. All the machinery in the Capitol is so easy to understand!
I dress in a pair of tight, bright green leggings that had rips all over, black elf shoes, which are in fashion now, a sparkly bright pink belt, that light up every time you say the word 'Light Up!' which are extremely expensive, but of course, like I said, it's best or nothing and I also wear a tight black top that shows off my navel, which I have had pierced twice. I wear many colourful bracelets, cute kitty ears on my head and feather earing that go down all the way to my shoulders.
I look in the emerald-incrusted mirror, and apply make-up. Purple is very in now, so I decide to wear a thick coat of purple mascara and purple lipstick. I don't need foundation, and I don't mean to brag, but my skin is flawless.
Finally, I take the slide that Primrose had insisted on having, downstairs. It's very fun, but I'm scared of my hair going wrong, or I close my eyes and the mascara drips down my face. As I stumble towards the mirror with pearls all around the outside, I sigh with relief as I see none of what I feared as actually happened.
My breakfast is already on the glass table, and it smells really good. On my plate lies chocolate rolls, pink honey-suckle soup, bacon rolled in egg and toasted ice-cream bread. Mhmm. . .
I eat it all up, and then walk out the door. Primrose, my sister, is probably with her nanny somewhere. It's so unfair; you don't start school until you're fourteen, so she has two more years!
I ride my golden bike to school, which is only a minute away, but I don't want to walk, and plus I want to show off a little.
But that's when I see him for the first time, the new kid . . . His bright blue eyes and dreamy blond hair would be hard to miss.
For a Capitol boy, he doesn't seem to have any kind of make-up or dyed hair or anything.
He looks . . . natural. Pure. And it suits him.
I walk over to my friends, who are all giggling over the new handsome boy.
"I heard his name is Peeta! I mega love his name, I mean, it's like totally amazing and original!" Merah squeaks. Out of all my friends, and I have a lot, she's the most annoyingly pretty, and always gets the boys. They can't have me, so they settle for her, I guess.
I walk off to find Peeta.
Merah can't have him, she just can't! He's . . . special. And he's pretty much the only boy who's stood out to me.
I find him fiddling with his hair near the corridors.
"Hey, you're new aren't you? I'm Katniss, but everybody calls me Katty." I start off with, and I give him a bright, purple smile.
"Yeah I am. And I'm Peeta Mellark" He looks at me, his eyes wide. I hope that's a good thing.
"Want me to show you around? I mean, it gets like, a little hectic around here sometimes." I ask.
"Um, sure. Thanks." He looks up at me and gives me a genuine smile, and his teeth are white, but not as white as what teeth-whitened teeth look like. Huh, he really is very innocent, but at the same time, it just makes him more desirable . . . and I could not let Merah have him.
No, this time he was mine.
Just as I'm thinking of all the ways to ask him out he says "Do you fancy going on a date this Saturday night? Maybe see a movie or something?" He asks with a smile.
I'm quite shocked that he's the one that asked, and not me. Usually, boys are quite intimidated by me. And that's how I knew he was the one.
"Yeah, that'd be awesome!" I reply.
After that Saturday night date at the movies, we became official. After about a year with Peeta, I finally realized that maybe I didn't need make-up to be pretty. Maybe I didn't need to have posh and expensive things to impress people, or to get them to like me.
Peeta Mellark changed my ways . . .
And I was grateful for it.