Hunger Games High

Chapter 1- First Day

*Katniss POV*

Tomorrow is my first day of 12th grade. I mean it's nothing new, my family moves a lot. I have a lot of first days, I just feel like this one will be special. I don't know why either.

I look over at my alarm clock, it reads 2:56AM. Darn! I still have a couple more hours until I actually am supposed to be up. I can't sleep, it's not the anticipation, it's the stress. I wonder what I should wear, how should I do my hair, and if I should paint my nails... Wait! What am I thinking! I have never planned out my outfit, let alone paint my nails. I decide to shake it off and procrastinate to the very end.

As I try to drift away, I think about Gale. Gale is was my best friend when we were young. I don't remember why but he moved away. I remember his messy brown hair bobbing about when he ran, and how mad our parents got when we came home muddy after a long day at the creek. It was a simpler time.

And with that I somehow managed to fall asleep.

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"Beep! Beep! Beep!"

I hit my alarm clock trying to make it shut up, instead it continues beeping. I pull the warm and comfy covers off my body and check the time, it reads 6:08AM. I pull the plug.

I look in the mirror and manage to scare myself a little. My brown hair was matted and sticking up in every which way... That's what I get for not brushing it last night.

I grab my hair brush and attempt to tame the beast a.k.a my hair. After I got all the tangles out I put it in a side French braid. I decided to put on a little mascara, just so I can look awake.

I take off my pjs and throw on a forest green V-I neck with my fathers old leather jacket, I throw on a old pair of ripped jeans with some combat boots.

I walk out to kitchen and make some toast. I love toast. It's sooo good.

As I wait for my toast, I daydream about the common question, What came first, the chicken or the egg? I think and think, I can't think of nothing. I chuckle at myself.

"POP!"

I take my toast and put it in a zip lock, I grab my keys and backpack and head towards my car.

My car is nothing fancy, it's just a 1975 Ford F 150 Pickup. It was my dads car. He died at war, an honorable death.

And with that I start the engine and head towards my fate/ destiny... Hunger Games High.