and may the odds be ever in your favor.
peeta
( dandelion blaze )
disclaimer: not mine.
coward
...
You're starting your sixth year of formal education now, and you laugh at the fact that you used to get excited for school. Now all you feel towards the subject is pure dread.
Your least favorite class is ironically also your favorite. History. Every lesson is always the same; it's been like that for nearly forever. They talk about pre-Panem, the Dark Days, the destruction of District 13, and then you have to write an essay on how society is so much better now than it was before. Ugh.
The only upside to this class is that you share it with Katniss. You often spend History period thinking about her, how she's right behind you. She even hands her papers forward to you at the end of tests!
You think that someday, possibly, you'll get a life. Maybe.
But for now, you're going to spend your days thinking of conversation starters that you can use on her. Yes, you still haven't worked up the nerve to actually talk to her. You rack your memory and can't seem to remember a time when you even actually made eye contact.
Coward, you berate yourself.
You're not too worried though. You know there's plenty of school year left. And you're determined that by the end of your fifth grade year, you'll have had some sort of interaction with Katniss Everdeen.