Sorry, it became a little bit shorter chapter than usual. Though it is important ;)

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'Okay then.' Katniss said. 'We'll come to your party.'

'Great.' Glimmer said, batting her eyelashes. Then she and Cashmere just walked away, down the hall. Surprisingly Marvel followed them too, leaving us in our usual group again.

'Okay I didn't understand a single thing from that.' Jackie frowned. She hated Cashmere just as I did, after all she was the one who told me not to go to her party the last time.

'Can't believe they invited us.' Katniss said.

I expected it to be in a sarcastic way, but it was more excited, like she really meant it. Okay, these two might be the popular bitches, but I hated them.

Then Jackie turned to me. 'Have you learned for that History test?'

'What test?' I raised my eyebrow.

'That one next lesson, but clearly you didn't learn?'

'Shit, no.' I said.

'Fuck, I didn't learn too.' She shook her head. 'I was going to ask if I could crib on your paper.'

'Is there anyone who did learn for that test?' I looked around the group. But it remained silent. 'Great, then we all are going to fail this test.'

First test at this school, and I was going to fail it. Sure that this school had a great impression of me. Only Peeta and Annie had another lesson than us all. Better said as; they didn't have to worry about that test. Ah well, I wouldn't die because of one bad grade. Though I wasn't sure about that at this school.

So we just walked towards that classroom, preparing to fail. I got through the door, all the tables were already separated and set up in perfect lines. I immediately got on the seat in the back of the class, next to the window. Looking out of the window I saw the sport field, others classes were playing soccer too. I thought about picking it up again, just go to I don't know which club and start playing it again. But actually now I had to focus on this test, it was an important one.

Once the class remained quiet, I cut off my daydreaming and saw that there was already a paper on my desk. I looked over the classroom, everyone was writing already, even my friends who didn't learn. So I glanced over the paper. What the fuck was that all? Was I supposed to learn this shit?

''Where is the Arena located?''

What Arena? I never heard anything about an Arena. Though I felt like there was an connection between the Hunger Games and that Arena, both I've never heard someone talking about. What if the Hunger Games was in an Arena? That would be weird for just an eating competition. I started thinking outside the box, what if it wasn't an eating competition but more something bad. An Arena is meant to fight, according to the history books. In Rome they had these Arena's too, with Chariots and shit like that.

If there was an Arena I didn't know about, somewhere in Panem; I was sure that it was somewhere close to the Capitol. That would make sense to me, actually. What if that whole Hunger Games thing was an fighting competition in that Arena? It was literally a black page in the history. It would make some sense this way.

Thanks god the rest of the questions were multiple choice. Though it was weird how they were asking us questions we couldn't know, and never learned anything about. I looked over Cato's paper a few times when Mr. Abernathy wasn't looking. Pretty much the same answers as I had.

But when I looked via the reflection of the window, at the paper of the kid in front of me, there were a lot of other answers on his paper. Ah well, I would just stick to my answers. That kid just didn't know anything. Plus I wanted to pass this test.

After we all handed in our tests, Haymitch already started counting the points on whoever already gave him the paper. The points were ranked between the 0 and 12, I didn't know why it wasn't just on a scale of one to ten, but okay.

'Jackie, 3 points.' He read out loud.

Jackie did a celebration dance, because she didn't had a 0. She was so weird.

'Cashmere, 2 points.'

'Shit.' I heard her mumbling. It surprised me how Mr. Abernathy read these bad grades so happily, almost like he just loved how we had bad grades.

He was calling a lot of names, all with points between the 1 and 4, just a single one had a 5. But I only focused on the people I knew.

'Katniss, a 4. Finnick a 4 too.' Said Haymitch, then his voice changed into a lower pitch. 'Cato, a 10.'

'What?' I heard Cato mumbling.

I looked confused to him. 'How the fuck did you get a 10, you didn't lea-'

I got cut off by Haymitch, speaking other points. Mine this time.

'Clove, 9 points.'

'What the fuck?!' I said.

'You bitch, you said you didn't learn for this test, if I knew that I could just-' I heard Jackie chuckling, but saw her turning red. 'He, he. Nothing. Just congratulations, Clove.'

I swear to god, I didn't learn. I didn't even know that there was a test, neither did Cato. How the fuck could we have such high scores? Although the question was more like; How were we the only ones with high points?

I got proven wrong. 'Gale, a 9.' Haymitch spoke.

Gale ugh, I hated him. Just another douchebag at the school with high points on the ranking list. It took some time to get clear to me. Cato had high points, and Gale had high points too. They were the upper two in the death list, and in that thing high points weren't really positive.

Everyone who seemed to be a good student, had very low points. Every smart kid, some nerdy, all of them didn't had a score higher than 5. They were the ones who didn't even stood on the death list, the ones who believed whatever the school had to tell them. Not looking any further. But Cato did, and probably that Gale too.

High points weren't a good thing here at Panem high, though everyone with low points wasn't very happy at this test. Maybe it wasn't a normal test. They just wanted to know how much we knew, not about the curriculum, but about the Hunger Games things. And I did thought about the Hunger Games, the connection between that and the Arena. We were not supposed to know that. And still I answered everything I thought was true, guess I better didn't do that. Cato was right, the school was always one move before you, no matter what you did. He had high points too, his answers were similar to mine, but that kid in front of me had totally other answers, and a 3 as score.

There was no doubt possible, I thought that failing this test might kill me, but now passing the test was the thing what made it pretty lethal. How could I be so stupid?!

After the lesson Mr. Abernathy called me, Cato and Gale to come to his desk. This wasn't going to end well I guessed.

...

'How did you answered that first question?' Haymitch asked us. 'The one with that Arena.'

I guess we three already knew what was going on. So we remained silent.

'Everyone just filled in that it was close to Amsterdam, you know; the Amsterdam Arena. The football stadium of that club Ajax?'' He said. ''You are living in this city. You three knew that!''

'I am a girl,'' I lied as calm possible. 'I don't know anything about football.'

Cato knew I did, almost everyone knew I did. But my teacher probably didn't. It was a bad excuse, but I had to tell him something.

'And you're the only one with an excuse?' He looked over me, then at the two next to me.

'Maybe she is.' Cato said. 'But do you have an excuse for giving us a test with things we never could learn?'

That was so damn stupid to say.

'If you couldn't learn it, then how do you got a 10, Cato?' Haymitch asked in such a sadistic way.

Panem High and their tests -.-'

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This chap was a little sneaky lol. Didn't have really much time and I forgot to upload yesterday too . Sorry 'bout that.

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