Yeah, I know its been like half a year since I've written but I finally found the two chapters I completed so enjoy, I'll update this Friday. I promise.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything.

Dedication: For those that love this story.

Summary: Katniss Everdeen is a head strong student who pretty much doesn't even bother about love but when a new boy comes, why does that all change? How exactly will this fairytale dream end with fangirls, Careers and of course the Capitol, the school snobs.

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Chapter fourteen: The Birth of the DIVAS

For as long as remember, Bovina Silvia had always been a Killer fan. So it's pretty obvious that she's doing practically everything in her power as Student Body President to get us expelled, which has failed for the last couple of years. And once more, it's still failing.

We sat in the main office as Bob (which everyone nicknamed her and calls her that) glared at us darkly from behind the pencil sharpener. "You all are such a disgrace," She sneers rudely, she flicks her head in a direction before continuing to sharpen her pencil. "How can you all be so mean to her, she deserved to win!" She pauses as she yells at us. Obviously, she was referring to the Killers ultimate defeat last night. Annie placed third, the killer came second and unbelievably, the kid who was juggling won.

Who knew how much the judges loved tomato comedy?

"Well Bob, if you must know," Cinna sighs deeply, Gale sends me a warning look. I nod silently in reply; we both know what's going to happen next: The Cinna lecture on why you are so, once more so, not pretty enough to be my sister. "Your bald and a female, yeah, I can see through that fake wig." He said it straight out and without hesitation. "You happen to be fat, no wait... plump and you have no taste in fashion. I mean seriously, nobody wears feet warmers anymore. We do not live in the sixties of Afros and rainbow socks or hair wigs. Seriously woman, you need to get a stylish. I just mean offense of anything, but I don't even want to look at you."

With that said and done, Cinna turned around, crossed his arms and faced the wall. Bob had dropped to her knees two seconds into the lecture as a slow stream of tears found its way to my feet. Okay, seriously, I did not see the wig thing coming but that was pretty harsh of Cinna.

"Did you really have to say all that, Cinna?" Gale sighs.

Cinna sticks his head proudly up in the air. "People should have the right to know what is insurmountable in their fashion taste. And that's that. Jeez, you're beginning to sound like Annie when we were back in Junior High. Of course we had Portia to referee." I raise a brow.

"You never did tell us on how you an Annie met. You guys were always a pair since the beginning of High school, so what's the story?" I ask Cinna politely, it looks like we could be here for a while.

"Well…" Cinna begins, "We were twelve and of course, I was already fashionably aware along with my bestie, Portia. We had the cutest clothes and planned to rule to fashion world, minus the Capitol of course, so sweet darling Annie Cresta wore a black dress with a sea green ribbon to school. It was so cute and she pretty much lo-"

"Get to the point." Gale and I snapped at him. We seriously did not what to hear about what he thought about Annie's dress or how adorably cute she looked. It's not like we had all day.

But, technically we did.

Cinna flapped his hands at our faces. "Alright, alright you meanies." He sighed and before we knew it, we had entered Cinna's flashback.

-HG-

A girl with large round sea green eyes and curls of brown hair walked towards the entrance of the school. "I love her dress, Portia." Young Cinna wearing gold eyeliner whispered to a girl by his side who could only be Portia. "It's so adorably sweet, let's go meet her." Walking after the girl Cinna followed. And they followed and followed her all the way to her class. They didn't say a word but just followed, in a awesomely fashionable way. Cinna's way. Even Cinna was ruling the fashion world back then. Oh yeah.

-HG-

"You seriously met Annie by following her?" Gale shrieked. He must have been as disappointed as I was to be yelling that loud.

Cinna didn't seem to notice. "Yes and I followed her into the little girls room, she threw her bag at me and went all wrestling Cresta on me, Granpa Joe style. But then Portia came to my rescue." He smiled widely. "Good times.."

My eyes met Gale's for a quick moment. He sent me a look that said 'Listen or abandon?'. I shot him back a look that replied 'Listen, I have to know the rest.' Gale nodded.

Cinna's hands waved in front of my eyes. "Okay, seriously, what is with you two?" He asked. "It's like you have a secret silent language of eye glancing, wait… do you?" He asks.

"Maybe," Gale and I chorus like twins. "Maybe not." We continue.

"That was seriously creepy on so many levels," Cinna shuddered as he wrapped his fashionably clothed arms around himself. "So, Annie became our newest edition to our fashion gang, we called ourselves… The Divas." His hands perform a mini Jazz hand motion as he says 'Divas'.

"Seriously?" I cry out loud. "The divas?" I repeat myself once more. "The DIVAS?"

Cinna places a hand under his chin for moment of pause, the sounds of his brain gears moving for the moment before he speaks again. "It was either all of us or just me…" He looks at his nails. "And it's not 'The divas'" He said in a dull tone. "It's 'THE DIVAS!" He waved his hand about. "And I have to continue, I'm thi-"

Gale speaks up before Cinna could say the rest. "It must have only been you, Cinna." He rolls his eyes. "So anything else we should know?" Cinna's brain gears were moving again. We could practically hear the rusty gears turning.

"Eureka!" Cinna suddenly bolts onto the office waiting chair. "You guys know that Annie pretty much have like a little diabolical lab in the basement right?" Gale tenses up suddenly frozen with pure fear. I nod as a response. "Well… before it was a lab, it was just a dusty old basement and so, Portia and I helped Annie modified it into how it looks today. Those entire pirate swords Granpa Joe owned were hanged, the dusty old wooden long table was moved to the center and all of Annie's evil chemical looking things were put there by her." Cinna beams proudly. "And that's the wonderful tale of how… not only do I dress awesomely, I decorate awesomely as well." Cinna sighs.

Gale leans toward me. "And he says it as if it's a good thing." I smile and laugh in agreement as Cinna suddenly pokes Gale at his waist. "What was that for?"

Cinna cough before answering him. "You want to know what happened to Portia? Well, she finished middle school but then left to Paris for a fashion course and we never saw her again."

"That was until the talent show right?" Cinna nodded as the Principle's office door opened. The ditzy bubblegum haired desk lady walked out.

"He'll see you guys now."

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After three painful hours of facing the Principle, my ears could use some ice.

"To think he got more to say this year than the last couple of years," Gale chuckled. "I mean, we've been doing it for years and this is seriously the first year the man's ever told us not to do it again." He says towards me.

"I know right?" I begin to speak. "For the first time ever, what did you think Cinna?" We turn our heads forward to see Cinna walking quickly with his head held even higher than before. "He's still taking the comment to far." Cinna turns and gives us his best diva pose.

His hands rested on his hips. "To think he could at least stop mentioning how feminine I dress and act during those three hours would have been nice!" He yells before strutting away.

Gale leans close to my ear and whispers, "Maybe that's why he's called himself a Diva."

I can't help it, I just find myself laughing.

"Oh don't you laugh, Katniss, you know that this look isn't cheap." Cinna huffs and swags away.

Gale and I look at each other. "He's taking it too far," I tell Gale, he nods.

-End of Chapter fourteen-