A Twist in Our Game (Hunger Games High)

Chapter 9

Chapter 9

"Come in, Ms. Everdeen," Principal Snow says in a deep and rough voice before I slowly turn the knob. "Don't be shy,"

I walk in, holding in my heavy breath.

"Please. Have a seat," he gestures to the shorter, less comfortable looking chair in front of him.

As I sit, I feel fear for being so close to him. The one that makes the toughest of the tough cry.

I sit in front of him, his breath smells horrible and his eyes are definitely like a snakes. He wears a rose on his suit.

"Why are you here, Ms. Everdeen?" He questions.

"How do you know my name? We've never met," I say, shaking in my boots.

"Oh, it's simple really. I know everyone's name," He says mysteriously as my eyebrows crease. "So, why are you here today, Ms. Everdeen?"

I swallow the lump in my throat, "Ms. Trinket didn't tell you?"

"Yes, she did. But being a principal for forty seven years makes it clear that there are two sides to every story. What is your side, Ms. Everdeen?"

"Ms. Trinket insulted my home. Where I grew up, the home my father worked hard to keep for us, a small roof over our heads. She talked about it overly negatively, it was completely inconsiderate because I'm not the only one in my class from the Seam, I'm just the only one who stood up for it." I explain.

"I see. How did she insult your home? And in what context?"

"One of the students, he was messing around. He put his feet on his desk and she said something about how he's from district one or two..." I try to keep it anonymous, I wouldn't just drag one of my friends down with me. "And she said with the way he was acting you'd think he was raised in the Seam. Not 12, not 11, but specifically the Seam."

"Well, I absolutely understand how that could be taken offensively, surely I would. But, getting an attitude with a teacher will not solve the problem or work on your behalf. Coming to me or a guidance councilor or my Vice Principal, Mr. Crane would work much more efficiently and you wouldn't be the one in trouble. I will have to have a conversation with Ms. Trinket, and for now, I'm giving you a warning. But the next time you decide to mouth off in class in front of your peers, you will not be let off so easily."

"Yes, sir. I understand,"

"I don't think you do. That means phone call home, plastered on your record, and in extreme cases a three day suspension. If it happens more than once you would be banned from school campus."

I nod and ask if I'm dismissed. He hands me a note to my drama class.

When I walk in the whole class falls silent, looking at me with both concerned and interested eyes.

"Here's your note," I hand it to Ms. Trinket.

She clears her throat, "Thank you, we were just rehearsing in partners. I have assigned you Mr. Mellark."

In my head I cheer up and down but to her I just say, "Oh, okay, are auditions mandatory and when are they?"

"Three days to rehearse, including today so Friday. And yes, they are mandatory."

I nod and take the script she hands me before I walk away.

Peeta walks over to me as I walk over to him. "I lucked out on my partner."

I laugh and hug him, every bit of anxiety I have from the meeting with Snow kinda vanishes as I'm in his arms.

"You okay? How was Snow's?"