**DRAMATICALLY HIDES FROM ANGRY-MOB** SORRY MY DEAR READERS. MY SCHOOL JUST STARTED LAST MONDAY AND THINGS HAVE BEEN CRAZY! OKAY, SO HERE ES YO CHAPIE.

ROSES AR RED, VIOLATS ARE BLUE, ME NO OWN, SO YOU NO SUE

I slide into my chair at the back of the classroom without anyone noticing because I came in through the backdoor.

Ms. Coin does roll-call as I blow my pencil across the desk, grab it, then blow it across over and over.

"Katniss Everdeen?" Ms. Coin says in her robotic voice.

"Here," I say loud enough for her to hear.

I lean back in my chair and close my eyes, just for a second. Suddenly I feel something in my ear.

"Sleeping beauty... Sleeping beauty..." Someone whispers.

"Huh, what?" I realize that I just literally fell asleep in class. I haven't done that since I was in kindergarten. I look over and see Cato is smiling evilly at me. "What?"

"Nothing, you look real weird with that pencil sticking out of your, that's all... Sleeping Beauty..." Cato laughs to himself as I take the stupid pencil he stuck in my ear out.

I roll my eyes and try not to all asleep again.

After break, we go to Mr. Beetee's class.

After we take our seats, he informs us all that we are starting the 'Kinderbuddies' program and a line of small children walk in and just stare at us. This is dumb. What are we supposed to do? Read to them? Their attention spans are only like five seconds.

He goes on and on about who is with who until he gets to me. "Katniss, your buddy is... Addie." Mr. Beetee points to one of the kindergarteners with long brown hair, tan skin and a purple dress. She walks up to me and smiles.

"Hi. I'm Addie Cinna." She seems very outgoing. "What's your name?"

"I'm Katniss, but you can call me Kat for short." I tell her and we go over to my desk and I pull up and extra chair for her to sit in.

Addie stares at me expectantly. What was I going to say? I don't remember how I talked to other kids when I was in kindergarten. "So... Um, what's your favorite food?"

"Macaroni and cheese." Addie says without a second thought.

"Oh, um, what about your favorite color?" I ask slowly.

"Purple." She says and points to her dress.

I'm running out of things to ask. "Do you have any siblings?"

"Yeah, a lot of them, too. I can say them in order." She clears her throat. "Oliver, he's twelve. Then Reign. She's nine and thinks she's better than everyone. Me, I'm five and my little sister Macie whose two. Now I have a baby brother, he was born a few weeks ago, his name is Hayden."

I'm surprised by how large her vocabulary is. Prim's vocabulary at age five was pretty small, but average for her age.

Kinderbuddies is every Friday. I'll live.

As soon as school get's out I head over to the Elementary school entrance where small children are running around all crazy. I spot Prim in the crowd, but she isn't alone. Holding onto the handle of her backpack is Principal Snow.

I take a breath and walk in stiff steps over to them. Principal Snow looks at me over his Dumbledore like glasses.

"Miss Everdeen, your sister has something to show you." He says in a clipped voice.

Prim looks really freaked out as she pulls a picture out of her pink backpack and hands it to me.

It's a picture of a person wearing a banana costume and holding a banana. The person in the banana costume has a wide smile with sharp teeth and a speech bubble that say, 'You are what you eat.'

"It is a very disturbing picture. A nine year old girl shouldn't be drawing pictures like this." Principal Snow says. Prim hangs her head. "The teacher only asked if they draw how they feel about food. You should show this to your mother."

"Don't worry, I will." I say and I take Prim's hand and Principal Snow hands me the picture. Once out of sight of school, I crumple up the picture and throw it in the trashcan on the street corner.

Prim looks down as we walk.

"So, BaskinRobbins?" I ask.

Prim shrugs.

I take her in and Prim gloomily orders the blue kind with purple swirls. I try the mint chocolate chip for a change and it's actually not bad.

Once we leave, Prim looks over at me. "You're not telling Mom, are you?"

"No. It was just a picture. Everyone just overreacted." I tell her and she seems to walk with a little more confidence.

OKAY. I'M WORKING ON MAKING THE CHAPTERS LONGER... SO YEAH!

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