Mystery Voice

by BreadBoy

This story is not connected to Fire Daisies or Panem High.

The songs in this story are not really sung or written by Katniss, but just let it go. She writes them in this story.

Katniss' POV

I took a deep breath and tried to shoo all the negative thoughts away.

It's not your song.

Another person just wrote a song called Dreaming with a Broken Heart.

I looked at the username.

PM'sMysteryVoice.

Peeta.

Is this how he apologizes to me?

By putting my voice on the internet?

For the whole world to hear?

Peeta's POV

I was sure to text Katniss with Finnick's phone, because Finnick wasn't on her contacts.

I couldn't believe that my Mystery Voice video was already on the top viewed of this week and today.

As I walked into the kitchen to grab some cereal, I saw Beetee and Finnick alreay eating by the table.

"Hey, Peeta, you heard that Mystery Voice thing?"

I froze. "Yeah. It's, um, really good."

"I wonder who it is. Rumor has it that she's on campus." Finnick said with a mouthful of scrambled eggs.

"I don't think it's true. I think she's some pretty girl who lives in California or something. Kids our age don't sing like that." Beetee reasoned.

You see, Beetee hates rumors.

"Well I think she's kind of hiding. She has to be in the dorms if she's on campus." Finnick and Beetee didn't suspect anything.

"Dude, just tell us! We know you posted it." Beetee whined.

I started to much on my Frosted Flakes.

"I didn't post it."

"Yeah, you did."

"How do you know?"

"Seriously? The username is 'PM'sMysteryVoice.'"

Shit. I thought I changed it to just 'MysteryVoice.'

I decided it was time to leave.

I walked into my room and clutched my MacBook, so I could get my mind off things in the park.

I was walking through the halls, dodging all these people who were talking about Mystery Voice and pointing to me.

Then this thin black blur whizzed past the crow, but knocked right into me.

"Oh, sorry." I apologized, and began to help pick up her things.

A dozen arrows sprawled out across the floor.

Katniss.

I looked up to meet her gaze.

"Hi." I greeted.

She just shook her head at me.

"You better have not told anyone who the real Mystery Voice is." she growled, and took the arrows in my hands.

She ran out the building, towards the shooting range.

Making that video did not help anything.

I sighed and walked around to one of the benches in the park, and opened my laptop.

I decided to read the news, and it didn't help at all.

Main Story: Who is the Mystery Voice?

I smashed my laptop shut and shut my eyes closed. When they opened, a pretty blonde girl was sitting next to me.

"You must be Peeta Mellark." Glimmer sounding out each word slowly, giving me a sly smile. "I'm Glimmer Shimmershine."

"Uh, hi."

Glimmer looked at me with an ember in her eyes.

"So, you make the MV videos, don't you."

"MV? Oh, right. Mystery Voice. Yeah."

"Nobody knows who this Mystery Voice is,"

I stayed silent.

"Who is it?" Glimmer's face was now dangerously close to mine.

I stayed silent.

"Well if you're not going to tell me," Glimmer leaned back. "I'll say it's me."

"You can't say it's you!"

"Why not?"

"Then you're lying!"

Not only that, I was going to make Katniss proud later. I had a plan.

And this Shimmershine girl was tearing it to shreds.

"Why are you doing this?" I sighed, defeated.

"Oh, well, first of all, I'll be popular among everyone. Even seniors. And, we'll have to travel together." Glimmer inched closer to me, and whispered in my ear, "And you're cute."

I wanted to run away.

But how bad would it be if I told her?

It's not like it was bad that Katniss had an amazing voice.

"Okay, then." I took a deep breath. "Katniss Everdeen."

Glimmer's eyes widened but then closed, maintaining her smirk.

"You can't say it's you, or tell anyone that's it's Katniss." I gave her my straight face.

"Sure," Glimmer stood up.

"Of course I won't, Peeta. Of course I won't."

Then bad feeling started to bubble up.

You better have not told anyone who the real Mystery Voice is, she said.

Katniss Everdeen, I said.

Those two words I had said were about to become the biggest mistake of my life.

Next chapter might be a bit late.

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