A/N- I'm so sorry! I haven't updated in forever! I've been having internet problems, and I also blame it on laziness! I'm sorry ): This chapter is extremely boring and short, I am sorry, again! Ah, also if you haven't read The Hunger Games and your planning to or whatever, there is a spoiler from the first book, but I put warnings there, if you don't want to read that part!
Does anyone have midnight premier tickets to hunger games? I wish I did… I love the hunger games :D My name, thexinfernalxgames is after that. That and the series The Infernal Devices :D Thanks for all the reviews/favorites/alerts! Constructive criticism is welcome!
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, or The Hunger Games, but I wish I did :/
The next morning, I woke up to the high pitched scream of the alarm clock. I grumbles a bit and reached for the clock, nearly falling out of the bed as I did so.
When the hated item no longer made a sound, I sat up slowly, rubbing away any sleep left in my eyes. Looking around, I saw the sun barely peaking through the horizon, and Erin in her bed, still sleeping, while snoring slightly.
I sighed softly before untangling myself from the sheets, and dragging myself into the bathroom, wanting to hurry. When Erin wakes up, it will be impossible to get even five minutes in the bathroom, before she comes, demanding me to leave.
The bathroom was cold, but warmed up from the steam of the hot shower. I began my morning routine, taking a quick shower, drying my hair and brushing my teeth, then walking back to my room. Erin just woke up, and while I was walking towards my dresser, she sent me a disgusted look and scrambled to the bathroom.
My eyes rolled at her attitude and I opened my dresser, putting on simple jeans, a dark blue t-shirt, over that, a grey sweatshirt, and some socks. I glanced at the clock, seeing I had about fifteen minutes left.
I walked slowly down the stairs and into the kitchen, where U then took a glass cup off the shelf in front of me. I took chocolate milk out of the fridge, and poured myself a cup. I quickly swallowed my allergy medicine and chugged down the rest of the milk, then placed it in the sink.
Looking at the clock, I shrugged my shoulders. I had ten more minutes, so I began to read my book in the living room. After about a chapter, it was time to start walking to school. I grabbed my black and white converse from near the door, and slipped them on. I pulled the grey hood over my head and announced my departure. As expected, there was no reply, so I slipped out the front door, and closed it softly behind me.
The walk to the only high school in La Push was short, but I took my time to enjoy the sound of the rain falling from the sky and the feeling of tiny water droplets hitting my sweatshirt. I know I should hate the rain, seeing as it never stops here, but I feel the exact opposite. Rain is calm and soothing. It washes away the past and brings you to the present. If I could, I would spend every day of my life, cuddled up near a large window, reading a book and drinking some hot chocolate. But with the life I live, I almost never get any peace or quiet.
When I arrived at the school, I was different crowds of people hanging in the parking lot, none to which I belonged to. I silently weaved my way through the students, making my way towards the library.
The library is small, with only a couple people in there, either studying or finishing up on last minute homework. I sat down at one of the small, round tables, and took out the book I was reading earlier.
I was getting to an exciting part in my book, The Hunger Games. *SPOILER* Katniss had just heard Rue scream, and I felt tears coming to my eyes. Because I read this book before, I knew what was coming and it still made me sad.
As soon as Rue was hit with the spear, *END OF SPOILER* I heard a loud thump from the seat across from mine. I jumped and furiously blinked my eyes, trying to diminish any evidence of tears.
Sitting in front of me was on of Jacob Black's best friends. I stared at him, waiting for an explanation as to why he was here.
"Hey, your Kat, right?" he said, looking at me expectantly. I slowly shook my head up and down, still confused. "I'm Quil."
I continued to stare at him, lifting the corner of my mouth slightly, to let him know I had heard. He grinned, and continued to talk.
"What class do you have next?" he questioned.
I bit my lip, thinking for a second, before replying, "Umm, science." His smile brightened and I became even more confused.
"Me too! I never noticed you! Do we have any more classes together?" he exclaimed. I shook my head yes. "Really? Which ones?"
"Uh, every class except social studies and English," I murmured, looking down at my hands, freaked out at his enthusiasm.
"Wow. I never noticed. That's so cool!" I swear I heard him whisper, 'That means she has more classes with Jacob, too!' I scrunched my eyebrows in confusion, only to see him looking at the clock on the wall. "We should probably get going. Class is about to start, and it looks like you still need to go to your locker," he said, glancing at the book bag next to my feet.
"Oh, yeah. Bye, It was nice talking to you?" I stated, but the last part came out like a question.
"It was nice talking to you, too! See you in class!" he rushed out the door. I stared at where he was previously sitting, still confused as to why he was talking to me.