WHAT'S THIS? I CHANGED THE PICTURE FOR THIS STORY. I AM JUST CRAZY BORED. SORRY I DIDN'T PUT UP A NEW CHAPTER YESTERDAY. I AM GOING TO CAMP SO START SUNDAY AND ENDING FRIDAY I WILL NOT BE ABLE TO UPDATE. SORRY. BUT I'M TRYING TO UPDATE EVERYDAY UNTIL THEN! :)

STILL DON'T OWN. ROSES ARE RED, VIOLETS ARE BLUE, ME NO OWN, SO YOU NO SUE.

I hate Mondays. I'm always tired and the teacher expects you to remember that we had homework. Sorry, I went to a party and was on Tumblr.

I scribble the last answer for my homework just as the bell rings. When we get inside I pretty much zombie-walk to my desk and slump down.

I pretty much don't listen. I shouldn't have stayed up until two in the morning on Tumblr. Whoops. I turn in my homework and half listen to our lecture about obtuse triangles. It doesn't even make sence and nobody is listening.

By break I am no longer in my sleepy haze. Johanna grabs my arm and drags me to the bathroom. "Peeta won't stop looking at you."

"Wait, huh?" I yawn and lean against the bathroom wall.

Johanna groans. "Wake up, will you?!" She turns on the sink and cups her hands underneath the flow of water then splashes it on my face. "Peeta obviously likes you."

"Why are you telling me this?" I ask.

Johanna groans again. "Because. You like him and he likes you. Stop being an idiotic moron."

"Eww. Never happening. I think that tween love stories are discusting." I say.

She sighs. "One of your favorite movies is Super 8."

I think this over. "And?"

"Ermergerd! They are, like, our age! You know, how they hold hands at the end and we were all like, 'Aww...'" She rages.

"Yeah, that movie. Sorry, Jo. This isn't Hollywood." I laugh.

"Well, we live close enough." Johanna argues. "Come on. If we don't make an appearence people will think someone hired a hitman."

We return to the group and I almost fall asleep standing up as everyone babbles on and on.

I actuall make it through the school day without falling asleep or embarrassing myself.

Prim grabs my hand and leads me to the cross-walk. I wait for the sign to go from the hand to the person walking as Prim goes on about her day. I get the weird feeling someone is staring at me. I turn slowly, taking in all of my surroundings. Finally my eyes set on Peeta who is staring at me. He quickly looks away. Maybe Johanna was right.

She usually is.

When we get home, Prim and I watch T.V. Mom comes home and says she is going to take a nap.

Then the phone rings. "I'll get it!" I shout.

I jump off the couch and slide on my socks into the kitchen. The caller ID says 'Undersee, Llloyd' so I know it's Madge.

"Hey," I say.

Instead of a reply I hear crying.

"Who is this?" I ask.

There are a few sniffles. "Katniss?" It's not Madge. It's Madge's mom.

"Do you want to talk to my mom?" I ask. If she's crying, she probably just wants to talk to my mom. They are the closet family. The rest of my mom's family lives in Texas.

"No, it's about Madge." Her voice is barely audible.

"I don't understand." I say stupidly.

She sniffles again. "It's bad. She's been in a car accident."

SORRY! I JUST COULDN'T KILL PRIM... I DON'T KNOW IF I'LL BE ABLE TO KILL ANY OF THE OTHER CHARACTERS EITHER BUT STUFF LIKE THIS HAPPENS... :( BUT DON'T WORRY! I'LL TRY TO PUT UP ANOTHER CHAPTER TONIGHT TO MAKE UP FOR NOT POSTING IN A WHILE AND FOR THIS CLIFF-HANGER-ISH CHAPTER...

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