Author's Note:

Here's the 3rd chapter! I'm not only going to write Katniss and Prim's POVs, I'm also going to write other characters. Summary: I'm Katniss Everdeen and I'm 16 years old. Until today, I was home-schooled. Then, it was good-bye District 12, and hello high-school. Disclaimer: I don't own anything from the Hunger Games. The entire amazing trilogy belongs to Suzanne Collins. I don't own anything from Mean Girls either. All of it belongs to Paramount Pictures Corporation. I've also used the same dialogue as the film. Enjoy!

Clove Thomas's P.O.V.

I didn't bother listening to what the teachers said today. I just cared about lunch.

Glimmer, Foxface and I bought our lunch and sat down to eat. As planned, Katniss came and sat in front of Glimmer. I was explaining our rules to Katniss.

"You can't wear a tank top 2 days in a row and you can only wear your hair in a ponytail once a week." I examined her. "So, I guess you picked today. And oh, we only wear jeans or track pants on Fridays." I hesitated, and then continued. "Now, if you break any of these rules, you can't sit with us at lunch. I mean, not just you, like any of us. Okay, look, if I was wearing jeans today, I'd be sitting over there with the freaks." I looked at Annie's table. Ew, they were disgusting. "Oh, and we always vote before we ask someone to have lunch with us, because, you have to be considerate of the rest of the group." I said, feeling very generous. "I mean, you wouldn't buy a skirt without asking your friends first if it looks good on you."

Katniss looked confused. "I wouldn't?" she asked.

"Right," I replied. "Oh, and it's the same with guys, I mean, you may think you like someone, but, you can be wrong."

Glimmer spoke suddenly. "120 calories in 48 calories from fat, what percent is that?" she asked me.

"Uh," I stammered. Math was never my thing. "48?"

"I'm only eating foods with less than 30% calories from fat."

Katniss said, "It's 40%." Then, she explained how she got her answer. What? I was so confused. I think Glimmer was too, because she got up and said, "Whatever. I'm getting cheese fries."

"So," I asked Katniss, "have you seen any guys that you think are cute yet?"

"Well," Katniss said, blushing, "there's this guy in my math class."

Foxface and I gasped. "Who is it?" Foxface asked.

"Is it a senior?" I asked.

"His name is Peeta Mellark," Katniss replied.

"No. No. No." Foxface and I repeated.

"Oh, no, you can't like Peeta Mellark. That's Glimmer's ex-boyfriend!" I told her.

"They went out for a year," Foxface chimed in.

"And, she was devastated when he broke up with her last summer," I finished.

Foxface looked confused. "I thought she dumped him for Gale Hawthorne."

I held up my hand. "Regardless, ex-boyfriends are just off-limits to friends. I mean, that's just like, the rules of feminism!"

Katniss looked at me. "Don't worry," I whispered, "I'll never tell Glimmer what you said. I'll be our little secret." Foxface nodded in agreement.

Glimmer Ryerson's P.O.V.

Clove, Foxface and I got into my car. My mom got it for my 16th birthday. It's gorgeous. Anyways, we were going to the mall, but we needed to pick up Katniss. I found her on the field. She probably wouldn't hear me if I called her, so I said, "Get in loser, we're going shopping!"

She hesitated, but eventually started walking towards us and getting into my car.

We drove for quite a long time. Then, we finally got there. The mall.

We were walking, getting lattes, when Foxface asked Katniss, "So, how do you like high school?"

"It's good," she replied, "I think I'm joining the mathletes."

We gasped. "No. No. No." We kept repeating. "You cannot do that. That's social suicide," I said, "Damn! You are so lucky you have us guide you!"

"Oh my god, there's Cato!" Clove shrieked.

"Where?" Foxface asked, "Oh, there he is."

Clove was so disappointed. "And, he's with Madge Undersee," she said.

"I heard they're going out," Foxface replied.

"Wait," I said, "Cato's not going out with Madge. No. He cannot blow you off like that," I told Clove, "He's such a little idiot. Give me your cell phone."

Clove looked shocked. "You're not going to call him, are you?"

"Do you think I'm an idiot?" I asked as I handed her my latte.

"No…" Clove whispered.

Of course I wasn't going to call Cato. I knew just who to call.

"Hello?" came a voice I knew to be Mrs. Undersee.

"Hello, may I please speak to Madge Undersee?"

"She's not home yet, who's calling?"

"Oh," I said, trying not to giggle, "this is Susan from Plan Parenthood. I have her test results. If you could have her give me a call as soon as she can, it's urgent. Thank you." I heard Mrs. Undersee faint and I hung up.

"She's not going out with anyone," I said aloud.

Foxface and Clove were giggling. "Okay," Clove said, "That was so fetch!"

Foxface's P.O.V.

We drove to Glimmer's house. "Wow," Katniss said, "your house is really nice."

"I know, right?" Glimmer replied, as she walked inside.

We followed her, but before we did, Clove told Katniss, "Make sure you check out her mom's boob job. They're hard as rocks!"

As soon as Glimmer stepped in, she announced, "I'm home!" I spotted her sister, Melissa. "Hey, Lissa!"

"Hey!" she said.

"Hey, hey, hey! How're my best girlfriends?" Mrs. Ryerson said as she walked towards us.

"Hey, Mrs. Ryerson!" Clove said, "This is Katniss."

Mrs. Ryerson looked at her. "Hello, sweetheart," she said as she put her dog down. "Welcome to our home!" And with that, Mrs. Ryerson hugged Katniss. I swore I heard Katniss say, "Ouch."

As soon as she pulled back, Mrs. Ryerson said, "Just want you to know, if you need anything, don't be shy, okay? There are no rules in this house. Not, like a regular mom, I'm a cool mom. Right, Glimmer?"

"Please stop talking." Glimmer said.

"Okay, I'm gonna make you girls a treat!"

We went upstairs.

Katniss Everdeen's P.O.V.

Whoa. Glimmer's room was huge.

"This is your room?" I asked her. She smirked. "It was my parents' room. But, I made them trade for me."

I walked up to Glimmer's board of pictures. There was one of her and Peeta. Music started playing.

"Katniss, do you even know who sings this?" Glimmer asked me.

"Um, no."

Glimmer laughed. "I love her. She's like a little marsion."

Foxface was standing in front of a mirror. "God, my hips are huge!"

Clove walked over next to her. "Oh, please, I hate my calves."

Glimmer walked over next to them. "I've got Man shoulders."

I used to think there was just fat and skinny. Apparently, there can be a lot of things that can be wrong on your body.

"My hair line is so weird!" Clove said.

"My pores are huge!" Glimmer said.

"My nail bent sucks!" Foxface said. They all looked at me, as if I needed to say something too.

"Uh, I have really bad breath in the morning." I replied.

That just disgusted them. "Ew…" Foxface said.

Mrs. Ryerson entered the room. "Hey, you guys! Happy hour is from 4 to 6!" she said, as she carried a tray of drinks over to us. Everybody grabbed one. It looked like a cocktail.

"Um," I said, "is there alcohol in this?"

Mrs. Ryerson gasped. "Oh, god, honey, no. What kind of a mother do you think I am?" She said, and laughed. "Why, do you want a little bit? Cause if you're going to drink it, I rather you do it in the house."

"No, thank you." I said.

"So," Mrs. Ryerson said as she sat down and put the tray on the floor, "you guys, what is the 411? What has everybody been up to? What is the hot gossip? Tell me everything. What are you guys listening to? What's the cool jams?"

"Mom!" Glimmer called, alarmed. "Could you go fix your hair?"

"Okay," she said, "you girls keep me young, oh, I love you so much!" And then she left the room.

Foxface gasped. She took a book out of the shelf and said, "Oh my god, I remember this!"

"Ugh, I haven't looked in that in like forever!" Glimmer said.

Clove said, "Check it out, Katniss! It's our burn book! We cut out girls pictures from the yearbook and then we wrote comments. Alma Coin is a grotsky little byotch."

"Still true!" Glimmer commented.

"Jessica Marion is a fat virgin."

"Still half-true!" The Careers giggled.

Clove continued. "Serena Anderson. She made out with a hot dog."

The next page came. "Annie Cresta – dyke. Who is that?" Clove pointed to Marvel. "I think that's that kid Marvel."

"Yeah," I said, "he's almost too gay to function."

"That's funny," Glimmer said, "put that in there."

Oh, no. Maybe that was only okay when Annie said it.

Annie Cresta's P.O.V.

Katniss and Marvel came up to me at the store I was working at, the face shop.

"And they have this book," Katniss said, "this burn book, where they write mean things about all the girls in our grade."

"What does it say about me?"

"You're not in it."

"Those bitches," I said.

Marvel came to us and held up a bottle. "Will this minimize my pores?" he asked.

"No," I told him. Then I turned to Katniss. "Catnip, you gotta steal that book!"

Katniss was alarmed. "No way!"

"Come on!" I begged her, "We could publish it, and then everybody could see what slut-faced whore she really is!"

"I don't steal!" Marvel was rubbing his hands with the stuff from the bottle he help up earlier. "That is for your feet!" I said. "Catnip, there are two kinds of evil. Evil people, people who do evil stuff, and people who see evil stuff being done and don't try to stop it."

"Oh, my god, that's Ms. Trinket," Marvel pointed to her.

"Oh, I love seeing teachers outside of school, it's like seeing a dog walk on its hind legs."

Ms. Trinket noticed us. "Oh, hey, guys, what's up? I didn't know you worked here."

"Shopping?" Marvel asked her.

"No, no, I'm just here with my boyfriend," Ms. Trinket said. We looked out the only other person in the store. A weirdly religious guy.

"Joking," Ms. Trinket said. "Sometimes, older people make jokes."

"My nana takes off her wig when she's drunk," Marvel said suddenly.

"Your nana and I have that in common," she said. "Katniss, I hope you do join mathletes, you know, cause, we start in a couple weeks, and I would love to have a girl on the team, just you know so the team could meet a girl."

Katniss nodded. "I think I'm gonna do it," she said.

"Great."

"You can't join mathletes, that's social suicide!" Marvel said.

"Thanks, Marvel," Ms. Trinket said, sarcastically. "Well, this has been sufficiently awkward. And, I'll see you guys tomorrow!" Ms. Trinket took her stuff and left.

"Bye," Katniss said.

"So, when are you going to see Glimmer again?" I asked her.

Katniss shook her head. "I can't spy on her anymore. It's weird."

"Come on. She's never gonna find out! It'll be like our little secret!"

Clove Thomas's P.O.V.

The phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Clove, its Glimmer."

"Hey Glim!"

"Clove…"

"Yes?"

"Is there something you're not telling me?"

"Um…"

"Clove…"

"Katniss likes Peeta!" I blurted.

"Oh…"

"Do you think she's mad that I told you? I told her it'll be our little secret."

"Wanna find out?"

"Um…okay…"

"Hold on, and don't say anything!"

I bit my nails as Glimmer called Katniss. I waited for her to pick up, finally she did and I listened to their conversation.

"Hello?"

"I know your secret." Katniss hesitated.

"Secret? What are you saying about?"

"Clove told me that you like Peeta Mellark. I mean, I don't care, do whatever you want, but let me just tell you something about Peeta. All he cares about is school, and his dad, and his friends."

"Is that bad?"

"But if you like him, whatever. I mean, I could talk to him for you if you want."

"Really? You would do that? I mean, nothing embarrassing…"

"Oh, no, trust me. I know exactly how to play it. But wait. Aren't you so mad at Clove for telling me?"

"No."

"Because if you are, you can tell me. It was a really bitchy thing for her to do." Bitchy? Me? But, as Glim said, I held my tongue.

"Yeah, it's pretty bitchy, but I'm not mad. I mean, I guess she likes the attention."

"See, Clove? I told you she's not mad at you!"

"I can't believe you think I like attention!" I scoffed.

"Okay, love ya. See you tomorrow!" Glim said before we both hung up.

So, my 2nd chapter! What did you think? Please review! Thanks! :)