Peeta helps me out of the jeep. I've never even heard of one, talk about riding in it! Apparently it's a new type of technology that everyone wants.

I get a lot of stares. Weird, envious, admiring, all types. I guess I can't blame people though. I'm a simple, teenage girl who's hated the castle and all their inheritance since I was 10. Then the most admired prince in Panem falls for me and suddenly I'm his girlfriend, and the most popular girl in history.

Plus, today, I'm dressed as if I'm going to a ball rather than a school. A baby yellow evening dress, white and yellow dress shoes, curly hair tied back with a pastel yellow headband, and make up, this is what I am wearing to school. People are wearing turtle necks and jeans and T-shirts with vests, while here I am, looking as if the Queen decided to play dress-up the doll on me. Even Peeta's not wearing anything that fancy. Just a blue turtleneck, white jacket, black jeans, and gray high tops.

Frankly, I could care less what the students think of me. My parents are long gone, my sister is missing, and to add to my misery I have to sit down for 9 hours listening to stuff I could get along without. I do fairly well at school. Peeta is in all my classes and he sits right next to me too (although I think that's Queen Mellark's doing). When we're not taking notes or anything he holds my hand under the table. I'm positive people are whispering about us, but I don't really care. My only concern is getting through the day so that I can help look for Prim after school. At lunch I sit at an empty table and Peeta sits beside me. We talk and I can tell everyone is snickering at us. Must not be where he usually sits.

I feel like I'm being watched the whole day, which is why I'm so relieved when the final bell rings. The class leaves looking curiously at me as they exit the door. Me and Peeta are the only ones left in the classroom.

"I miss her Peeta," I say. He knows who I'm talking about. He hugs me and buries his face in my hair.

"I miss her too," he says. A tear trickles down my cheek and he wipes it away. "We have to stay strong though. For her. For Prim." I nod and he kisses the top of my head.

"We should go," I say. And he releases me.

"Yeah," he says. "Let's go." We walk hand-in-hand out of the classroom. Most of the students are still in the hallways. A lot of them are gossiping about us.

I roll you eyes. "Haymitch is probably here to pick us up," Peeta tells me.

"I'll meet you outside. I forgot something in my locker," I say.

"Okay," he tells me and he kisses my cheek heading towards the exit. I open my locker and search for my Math book and notebook. I put them in the soft pink satchel Effie bought me and look in the mirror hanging in my locker. Without make up, I look like I could be 13 or 14 years old. Clearly not old enough to be dating the Prince of Panem, but with make up I look as if I'm thirty-five, too old, too beautiful to be marrying Peeta. I wish they would just let me walk around looking like a hunter like I use to, but if you live in the castle, this is the dress code.

"Well well well. If it isn't Sleeping Beauty." I turn around and come face to face with a tall, blond girl. I've never seen her anywhere near the castle and she's dressed up even more than I am.

"Excuse me, I've got to go. My ride is waiting for me." Since when was I so polite? Gah! Curse you Effie!

"Wait a minute, what's the hurry? What the rush?" she mocks. She circles around me, like a linx would an elk, smirking at me. Suddenly a group of girls follows up behind her, Clove is one of them. "Grab her girls!" she orders. The entire hallway stands by as Clove and the others grab me and the tall blonde starts writing some unpleasant words and profanity across my arms, legs, and face.

"Hey! Let go of me! Let go!" I shout.

"Fine. Have it your way," says the tall blonde girl. They all then shove me into my open locker and slam the door. "Hey!" I shriek. "Let me out! Let me out!" I bang, kick, and scream. The girls leave and eventually so does most of the hallway. I'm still in there screaming. "Let me out!" Soon it turns into pleading and sobbing. "Please! Let me out!" Then I hear Peeta's voice.

"Hey Glimmer? Have you seen Katniss?" he asks someone.

"No. I haven't seen her very much," says a voice flirtatiously. "I hope she's okay." Then I realize. It's the blonde girl that shoved me in here in the first place.

"Peeta! Peeta! I'm in here! Let me out!" I cry.

"Katniss?" he calls. He kicks the lock off my locker. "Katniss," he sighs. He sees the marks all over my body. "Come on," he says. "Let's go." He carries me out of the locker. We pass Glimmer and her posse who smirk at me and I cry as I he carries me to the jeep. Haymitch is driving and Effie is in the passenger seat.

"Wow. What happened to sweetheart there?" Haymitch asks half-mockingly.

"Don't call me that!" I say. When he chuckles the last piece of dignity I have left is gone.

"Leave her alone, Haymitch," Peeta glares.

"Oh you poor dear. Why don't you tell me all about it when we get home," Effie says. The castle. I've never even thought about it as home before, but I guess it is. I cry even more when I remember that Prim isn't home right now. She's probably being scoured. She's probably scared and tortured.

Prim's POV

"Can I have another?" I ask.

"Only if you give me your loudest scream," Mr. Mask tells me.

"Okay!" I say and scream as loud as I can.

"Perfect," he says. And Barth gives me another slice of cake. As I'm stuffing it down I ask how Katniss is doing. "When can I get back to Katniss? I miss her," I say.

"Trust me. You'll go back once they want to come back. And when they do want you back, they'll send us a little letter."