Panem High

Chapter 3

Annie Cresta POV

After lunch, Finnick and I walk to English class. We sit down in two seats by the windows so we can see the beach during class.

"My name is Miss Anna, and I will be your English teacher this year. You guys can have some free time for the rest of this class period."

"Hey Ann, I'm really sorry. Can we switch from going to the beach after school to like 5. Something came up. I'm really sorry."

"It's ok, Finn. I can go then." I wonder why he changed it. Maybe it was some family stuff or something.

"So what should we do at the sleepover to keep everyone from fighting because our group always has the tendency to fight like a lot?" Finnick asks.

"That's very true. Maybe we could watch a movie or something." I suggest.

"Then we'd all fight about what to watch."

"Ugh, our group is always so difficult sometimes." I say.

"Ok, class, finish up what you are doing. I will be coming around and asking you your name and what you did during summer break. I will start with you." She says, pointing to Finnick.

"My name is Finnick Odair, and this summer, I went to the Bahamas with my family and a friend's family."

"That sounds like a lot of fun." She says, moving on to me.

"My name is Annie Cresta, and I went to the Bahamas with mine and his family." I say pointing to Finnick.

"That sounds like lots of fun. Are you two friends?" She asks. In my head, I'm like, duh. "Yeah." We say at the same time.

"Ok, next person." She finishes everyone, and then we talk for a little bit more.

"Well, that was awkward." I say.

"What was?" Finnick asks.

"Everyone was staring at us. Did you not see?" I ask.

"Oh, I thought everyone was staring at me because of my looks." He says, smirking.

"Shut up." I say, hiting him on the arm. Gosh, he annoys me sometimes. But I love it.

"Ow, that hurt." He says, laughing.

"Sure it did." I say.

The bell rings, and we walk to our next class.

Gale Hawthorne POV

Cato and I walk to our last class of the day and take our seats.

We have Mr. Wilson, and he's not bad. He lets us have free time literally the whole class period. So I just talk to Cato.

"So how were your other classes except last class cause I was there." I ask, trying to start a conversation.

"Good." He mumbles, not looking up from his phone.

"What are you doing on there." I say, peering over his shoulder.

"I'm trying to text Clove, and she won't answer me!" He yells.