~Typewriting noise~ 7:15

Me and Cato left the lounge in search for either Annie or Haymitch. We walked in silence for a while, not caring to make conversation with the other. As we walked down the hallway where my bedroom is located I looked over at the end of the spooky hallway and saw Maysilee.

"Maysilee!" I waved my hand and went up on my tip toes. I beckoned for her to come over, but she shook her head vigorously and turned and walked down a hallway on the right that I didn't know was there. I furrow my brows in confusion and take a few steps towards where she was standing just moments ago.

"What the heck are you staring at? Who's Maysilee?" Cato asks annoyed from down the hall

"D-didn't you s-see her? She w-was just there. Down th-the hallway, and then she..." I start making random hand motions with my hands that make no sense, not even to me. He looks at me as if I'm a psycho and walks past me, grabbing my forearm in the process.

"Hey! What are you doing? You can't just grab me like that!" I exclaim, slapping his face with my free arm

"Jeez! What is with you and slapping people?" He says, dropping my arm

"Well, I don't usually slap people unless they give me a reason to. And in the last half hour two people have given me a reason to" I say in a huff as I storm down the hallway

"Wait!" He jogs up to where I'm standing at the end of the hallway "I shouldn't have grabbed you like that... it wasn't cool of me" I raise an eyebrow at him and turn on my heels to follow Maysilee.

Smack!

I run right into the drab grey wall, where I assumed another hallway started.

"What?" I say placing my hands all over the wall with a dumbfounded look on my face "S-she just w-walked th-through here. She c-couldn't j-just walk t-through the wall"

"Well, she could... if she were a ghost" Cato says seductively in my ear while wrapping his arms around my lower waist. He presses his torso against the back of mine "In that case, we'd have to make lots of noise to scare him off" He says while playfully nipping at my ear

"First of all" I elbow him in the gut to get him from me, then spin around and slap him harder than I ever have before "And second, it was a girl"

"Babe, you got to stop slapping me. It's not very sexy" He says laughing, while at the same time rubbing the swollen spot of his face. I roll my eyes at him and shove past him, into the other corridor.

I walk into the mysterious living room, and look around. The first time I walked through this room, I didn't pay that much attention. But since I have a little bit more time, I take a nice long look. The walls are a dark chestnut colored brown wallpaper, and the windows are framed by drab black curtains. The floors are old, dusty and creak when you put weight on them. The boring floor boards are covered by a maroon carpet, decorated with gold trim and designs. Sitting on top of it are fancy red and green furniture, turned in towards the fireplace. At the opposite end of the room is where the staircase is placed. I quicken my pace towards the staircase, wanting to leave the creepy room.

Cato follows me and jumps down to the bottom of the stairs, smirks, and runs down the hallway below me. I scoff and take on look back at the eerie room. As my eyes sweep over the fireplace, it turns ablaze, sending sparks flying. I yelp and rush down the staircase, calling out for Cato.

~Werewolf howls in the Distance~

Peeta POV

I can't believe that stupid, arrogant jerk got to be paired up with Katniss! He knows how I feel about her, well everybody does! And he just decides to go along and pair up with her. I know he didn't really get a say with the pairrings, but did I have to be paired with Johanna? She's such a B! Everyone knows she's a player and seduces people just for popularity and she even makes up rumors about herself to get attention. I would know, since I was in her class since grade 1.

It's not that hard for her to use and seduce people since she is rather pretty. She used to have very defined cheekbones and dark purple eyes. Her hair was blonde and wispy and she was the sweetest kid around. We used to be best friends. We did everything together, when we were in 4th grade we had a little 'elementary fling' as our parents called it. We decided to date since Johanna got jealous that all the girls looked at me the way they did. But hey! Who can blame them? Once we realized that we were being stupid we broke it off and went back to being friends. Nothing had changed, or so I thought.

She slowly started spending less and less time with each other and when we did she didn't act the same. She was more mature and cussed a lot and made fun of people and enjoyed bullying the small kids. I found myself missing the old, smiling Johanna. I don't know what happened. One day she was laughing and exchanging funny glances with me across the room and the next she glared at anyone who crossed her path and became full of herself.

I hated myself for letting my best friend become this way and it haunted me to no end. She was no longer innocent and lovable, but instead she transformed herself into a sleazy, stuck up girl with no morals. Apparently boys found it attractive and she used it to her advantage. That's when she really became different.

The first sign that something had changed was when we had started our 7th grade of school. She came into class with pink hair with white and silver highlights. All the boys in the class would whistle and wink at her, but I would try my best to ignore. Since every time I'd look at her, a part of me would die

I tried to keep in touch with her, stay her friend, but apparently she had other things in mind. Every time I'd attempt to talk to her, she would blow me off, ruder every time. It took a while to realize that things were never going to be the same between us. So eventually, I gave up. Not wanting to waste my childhood, chasing after a hopeless girl.

She wasn't a very popular person, she had very few friends. Ever since I could remember we would always meet at the oak tree outside the schoolyard before class every day. We would always talk about meaningless, silly things, giggling after every remark we made. We told each other secrets, secrets we didn't even trust in the hands of our parents or siblings. We made secret pacs, formed our own exclusive clubs and spent as much time as possible together. At one point in my childhood I believed we would marry each other. It's just so hard to believe that such a strong friendship could have broken.

But once she changed her attitude, her appearance, and mostly, her heart, she became the talk of the school. Boys began to take an interest in her, girls became jealous, and we grew further and further apart.

Throughout the years she changed even more drasticly. In grade 8 she got a nose piercing and began dating a college dude. In grade nine she began to smoke(weed and cigs) and became an alcoholic. She also became obsessed with tattoos and has at least over 5 of them. In grade 10 she got a boob job and turned into a slut. She's in grade 11 now and gets into fights with girls and bullies the younger kids, same as me and we haven't talked for years.

She avoids me now and glares at me when we make eye contact, as if I'm the one who broke our friendship. Maybe I had, maybe I'd said something that ticked her off, or I did something completely unruly. Causing her to never wanting to talk to me again. I don't think that I had done something that I had regretted, but had she?

Okay, this chapter was a bit of a disappointment, but I wanted to make sure that the part with Peeta and Johanna was in here. I know there wasn't any scary or creepy stuff, but I promise the next one will have some! With that being said, it will be a longer update wait! For a little hint that will happen in this next chapter, I will ask some questions:

1. Do werewolves exist?

2. Are you able to be bewitched?

3. Is it possible for long lost friends to come back?

4. Who 'is' Haymitch?

P.S. I made Rue REALLY out of character in the last chapter because I think it's too mainstream for her to always be such a sweet innocent child! Please tell me what you thought of her?