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Also, I don't have all the time in the world. I'm still in school and I'm involved with sports and out of school activities. I also have other stories I'm working on.

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-What Wasn't-

2: Aw. Detention's no fun.

Well, I guess gym wasn't that bad. Oh, who am I kidding? Glimmer got the funniest lecture ever!

Flashback:

"It took you half an hour to finish 5 laps," I said dryly to Glimmer, who shrugged in reply.

"I was walking," she retorted. "Besides, look how sweaty you are and how presentable I look."

As I was about to reply using some obscure language, Coach butted in and started drilling Glimmer.

"Glimmer Orly! You need to get in shape!" Coach Heavensbee blurted, scolding her.

"I am in shape!"she replied, her cool obviously blowing off. "I mean, I'm on the cheerleading team and-"

"Then why'd it take you so long to do a 10 minute jog?"he questioned, eyeing her curiously. By the way I saw her face pale, it was obvious she had no real comeback. She couldn't play the 'I'm hot' card on Heavensbee. He doesn't care about attractiveness. At least not in gym.

They bickered back and forth for some time, Glimmer mentioning not wearing a bra, deodorant, and underwear, as if that would help her cause. The rest of the class surrounded them, until the bell finally rang.

"Well, maybe I'd believe the underwear part," Annie mentioned nervously. "I mean… honestly, her shorts were so high up I could see her butt cheeks."

"I'm shivering at the thought," Katniss groaned, shaking her head. "Anyways, I have lunch next. You guys?"

"Me too," Annie remarked. I nodded, knowing I'd at least have these guys to sit by at lunch.

The cafeteria, like last year, was full and bustling as we entered. Peeta and Finnick were standing at two different tables, throwing a football back and forth. I spotted a couple sucking on each others' faces. Then there was Glimmer, leaning back on a table while talking to Cato. From here, she looked like a completely normal girl. Maybe somebody I would even be friends with.

Haha, just kidding. That little whore.

Luckily, by the time we got in the lunch line, the good food was still out. They strictly made a certain number of whatever the special was for that day, then divided it equally along the lunches. Which sometimes really sucked, considering that the meat surprise looked more like a pile of shit than anything.

By the time it was my turn up in line, Annie had taken the last of the pasta. Pointing to the slightly edible looking hotdog, I noted that it looked as if nobody had taken one yet.

"Are you sure you can eat that?" Katniss pondered, staring at my tray. "What's that little green spot?"

"But I'm hungry," I moaned, following Katniss and Annie to what I presumed to be our table. "Don't make me not want to eat it!"

I'm not sure what happened next. I heard yelling, so I turned to look. Then I felt something sticky and gross covering my neck to my torso.

"You did not just do that," I roared, motioning to the spill on my shirt. Glimmer.

"Oops," Glimmer replied, holding her hands up. "It looks better than before."

By this point, I didn't care if I was starving. I took my slightly edible hotdog and shoved it down Glimmer's shirt, my milk following short after.

"What the fuck!" Glimmer screamed, pointing an accusing finger to my nose. "This shirt was brand new!"

Her bitchy little attitude was driving me insane. In one swift motion, I sent a jab to her right eye. Then another to her nose.

The spot where I punched around her eye was already turning purple. "Oh, sorry," I apologized, lacing my voice with sarcasm. "But it does look better than before."

Her scream was heard throughout the entire school.

-What Wasn't-

From what I learned earlier in the day, fights in this school were not uncommon thanks to Cato.

But giving another girl a black eye, bloody nose, and hotdog sundae down the front of her shirt is looked down upon by most teachers and, of course, the Principal.

Of course, had it been Cato in the fight, it wouldn't have been a big deal. But from my previous not so bad record (minus the tardy slips), it was a surprise.

It was also awkward sitting in the Principal's office with Glimmer right beside me. Mr. Snow, our Principal, looked at both of us up and down, trying to figure out what to do.

"Alright, so what happened?"

Those simple words caused total chaos.

Glimmer and I were shouting back and forth about each other, throwing insults, and making exaggerations. Mr. Snow was obviously getting infuriated by this, slamming a fist onto the table.

"Calm down! Clove, you first. What happened?" Waving his hand in the air, when he pointed at me, I knew it was my cue to talk.

"Well, this little who-" By the looks he was giving me, that was not a good way to start. "I mean, this little horrible incident occurred. Glimmer dumped her food all over me, and over the floor. I slipped and my tray wacked her in the face," I concluded, making it sound as sweet and innocent as I possibly could. By the way Mr. Snow's face had softened, I had guessed that he believed it.

Glimmer looked totally betrayed, her mouth opened. "Mr. Snow, that's not at all what happened!" she cried, flinging her hands up into the air. "Clove came up to me randomly and started punching me and making me feel terrible!" She shed a fake tear to help prove her point.

Mr. Snow sighed, his head laid in his hands, obviously unsure of what to do with us. He sighed once more and pointed to the door. "Since this is the first day of school, and I don't know what truly happened, you both may take your leave. Thank you."

Heh. Good enough for me. As I stood up, Glimmer tried to protest, but by the looks she was receiving, she was just acting as a burden.

When I exited the office, the first thing I did was pull my schedule out of my back pocket. Science. Room 301. The 3rd floor. I was on the first.

Sighing, I decided that it wouldn't hurt if I started heading up already. Besides, even if lunch wasn't over yet, it almost was.

Oh, lunch. I was still starving. Even worse than before. Just thinking about-

"Slut," I grumbled as Glimmer passed. She whipped around, gave me an accusing glare, then began walking over to Cato.

"You're not worth my time anyways," she retorted, flipping her hair over her back.

I was debating on whether or not to call out with some even worse language, but decided that almost getting suspended once in a day was enough.

As I started my way up the stairs, I came to the conclusion that this school was, well, big. I mean, three stories, and a basement. With classes occupying every floor.

Noticing that nobody was around, I decided it would be fine if I just took the elevator up. Technically, I could get detention since I wasn't a teacher/didn't have a broken limb/wasn't deathly ill, but I could care less. My legs were starting to sore from that run in gym.

Luckily, nobody except some nerd was in the hallway. Just as I stepped out the elevator, the bell rung. Huh. Lucky timing.

When the rush to lunch was finished, I settled down in a chair in the classroom. Soon after, Katniss came into the room, nodding at the teacher.

"Hi, Mom," she called out, before taking a seat beside me.

"That's your Mom?" I asked, cocking my head to the right.

She nodded. "Didn't I tell you this already?"

I shrugged, trying to remember a point earlier in the day in which she must have said it. Since I wasn't able to recall anything of that manner, I decided I wasn't pay attention, wasn't listening, or didn't realize she was talking to me.

The bell ringing, Mrs. Everdeen motioned her hands so everyone would sit down. She began to pass out papers, nodding to me and Katniss as she did so.

"Well, since 'Health' is on our standards we have to cover, our first until will be…"

Similar to all the other classes, I laid my head down, resting it on my desk and scanning the room. Thank God. Glimmer wasn't in here. Finnick, however, was sitting in the desk behind me, but hasn't poised as a problem at all.

Katniss watched intently as her mother talked. Funny, by the looks of it, they didn't seem anything alike. Even by their looks, they were like polar opposites.

Another sheet was going around the room. Nudging Katniss, I asked, "Crap. What are we doing?"

"Essay about ourselves," was her simple reply. I nodded, thinking it would be easy enough. Mrs. Everdeen sat down at her own desk and motioned for us to begin working. How would I start this?

Hi. I'm Clove.

Yo. Clove Silvers in the house.

Um, I'm, like, Cloooove.

My name is Clove Silvers.

No. No. No. No. They didn't flow. And seriously, 'yo'?

I finally settled with the beginning, 'So, I'm Clove.' Sounded simple enough. Wasn't too flashy (Yo. Clove Silvers in the house.), too Glimmer-like (Um, I'm, like, Cloooove.), or too plain (Hi. I'm Clove. My name is Clove Silvers.)

I was obviously tired.

So, for the next few minutes, I put my head on my hands to make it look like I was thinking. But instead, I closed my eyes to sleep.

Surprisingly, nobody awoke me. So when the bell rang, I drowsily collected all my things and left the classroom.

Language arts. First floor. Instead of rushing, I took my times through the hallways, even stopping to get a drink.

"What the fuck is wrong with you!"

I snapped my head around to see Glimmer glaring at me. Her shirt had a nasty brown stain where I dumped my milk. By the way she was looking at me, it was obvious that she was mad about something.

"What do you mean?" I innocently asked. Because, honestly, unless she was gripping about what happened at lunch today, there was nothing else for her to be mad about.

She sighed in frustration, flipping her hair back. Seriously. She flipped her hair back. "I told you. Leave Cato alone. He's mine!"

Raising an eyebrow, I simply said, "You're treating him like an object."

She gasped, raising a hand up as if she was about to slap me. On instinct, my hand quickly went up and grabbed her wrist.

"I really hope you weren't about to slap me," I roared. "Things would get ugly."

She pulled her hand back, crossing her arms. "Things were ugly the moment I met you."

Blinking twice, her statement made me so angry. Without thinking, I punched her in the nose, smirking as it started to bleed once more. I didn't really care about the onlookers and teachers, and how the Principal was standing right there-

Oh, wait.

Fuck.

-What Wasn't-

Shorter than my usual chapters -.-

Sorry, next should be longer! Next chapter has Cato/Clove interaction! ;D

Since I got 20 reviews, do you think I could get to 35? O:

Thank you all!

-Ashe