Star Crossed Secret

My Version of Prison

“Katniss!” my best friend Gale called out to me across the car park.

I walked over to him as I got out of my mum’s Renault Clio on a dull Monday morning. This time yesterday I was curled up in the warm watching a movie with Peeta. Today I pretend we’re just friends and there is nothing going on. Go figure.

“Hey Gale,” I say to him with a sigh.

“Woah, who rattled your cage today?” he asked in a sarcastic tone.

“No one!” I snapped, “It’s Monday morning, what do you expect?”

“Jeez,” he mumbled, expecting me not to hear.

We spent the rest of the walk to our form room in silence, me fantasising about Peeta, Gale fantasising about someone like Megan Fox no doubt. He knows I hate people like her with a passion, yet he still goes on and on about her. We soon arrived at the dull grey door of room 27, and I entered my daily nightmare.

Let me get you straight on this one. I don’t like school, or any of the people in it. Especially the people. Our school is split up into gangs, and god forbid you talk to anyone from the wrong gang.

First off there’s ‘the geeks’. They permanently either have their head in a Science textbook or their homework sheet. They look down on anyone who doesn’t get an A* in tests.

Then there’s ‘the smokers’. They usually come in stoned, so if you speak to them they go on about the gremlins they can see on the wall. I can guarantee most of them will be dead in the next few years.

Then there’s ‘the musos’. They like indie music, and a lot of it. They refuse to listen to anything remotely popular in any way, and you only get in if you listen to unsigned artists. These people judge anyone with different music taste to them.

There’s popular kids in every school right? Wait until you’ve met our populars – The Careers. They put it upon themselves to make every single kid’s school life a living hell but are so far up the teacher’s arses they never get in trouble. Oh and they all seem to be dating each other all the time.

Then there’s me, Gale, my Peeta and Alice. Gale is my best friend, Peeta is my boyfriend, and Alice is Gale’s best friend. She’s so protective over him, yet Peeta doesn’t seem to see through her. She’s nice and all, just needs to lay off my boyfriend. Mind you, she doesn’t know about us, and I hope she never will.

When me and Gale arrived the form room was full. I sat down at my desk, pulled my iPod out, shuffled it onto Muse and opened Twitter. I was ready as I ever would be to start the day I already knew was worthless to me.