Once Clove leaves, I take a seat and Mr. Heavesbee startes class. History has never been my favorite subject, but I like the way Mr. Heavensbee teaches it. He’s makes it all seem fascinating. I’m interested the whole time, and a little disappointed when the bell rings. I quickly gather my things, stand and pull out my schedule. Next I have Mr. Abernathy for English. I approach a boy still sitting at his desk and ask him
“Could you help me find Mr. Abernathy’s class?” He stood up and grinned
“Oh, I’d do anything for you”
“Uh…” I have no idea what to say to that.
“It’s just across the hall” he looks down at me. “Feel free to ask me if there’s anything else I can do for you.” My stomach churns
“Thanks” I say shortly, making my way from the room as quickly as possible. I walk into my next class and introduce myself to the teacher. He doesn’t really seem to care so I find a seat and pull out my phone. I decide to text Prim
-How’s your day?
I glance up at the clock; class should be starting pretty soon. I lean back in my chair and look around me. The first thing I notice is a couple in the middle of a serious make-out session. Her blonde hair is spread out on the desk they’re practically laying on. The boy sitting behind them looks like he’s going to be sick. He meets my gaze and mimes gagging. I nod and make a face. My phone buzzes in my lap, its Prim reply
-Good :)
I smile, I’m glad to hear she’s doing well. Mr. Abernathy stands up, ready to start class, when he notices the passionate pair. He seams to study them for a moment before asking the class
“Is there a reason they’re eating each other?” the two split apart quickly as the class snickers, and sit in their respective seats. The girl wipes her mouth and fusses with her hair. Her whole face is the blight red color of her lipstick, which is now smeared nearly to her cheek.
“Well if you and Ryder are quite finished” Mr. Abernathy told the girl “I will begin our first class”
While Mr. Heavensbee is the kind of teacher who loves what he does and wants his students to succeed, Mr. Abernathy is not. He talks at us for an hour before unceremoniously releasing us. I sling my backpack onto my shoulder and follow the mob of students into the crowded cafeteria. I stand in the doorway a moment, trying to figure out where the lunch line starts, when I hear my name being called. I find Clove waving madly, standing on her tiptoes to be seen over the mass of people. I’m relived that I might not have to eat alone my first day here. I meet her in the line, and some guy behind us complains about me “cutting”, Clove then tells him in no uncertain terms to “shut his face”
“Hey” she says
“Hey” I answer
“So how has your first day been so far?” Clove asks me as we move forward with the line.
“pretty good”
“Enjoying your classes?”
“for the most part” I nod
“who have you had?”
“Heavensbee and Abernathy”
“Abernathy?” Clove sighs sympathetically “That sucks”
“Is he always hung-over?” I wonder
“Yep”
The line moves slowly, but we finally get through it. I stare down at my plate, it’s some kind of meat soaked in a grey-brown broth.
“What is this?”
“I don’t know” Clove replies, wrinkling her nose “I try not to think about it.”
We make our way through the packed lunch room to a long table near the back. The table is already occupied by a small group of kids, talking not-so-quietly amongst themselves
“Everybody, this is Katniss!” Clove has to raise her voice to be heard over the buzz of the Lunch room “Katniss, everybody” I slide into the seat beside Clove and across from the boy whom I recognize as the one who was sitting behind ‘Romeo and Juliet’ in English.
He introduces himself as Peeta, before warning me not to eat the peaches.
Everyone chats around me for a while, as I sit awkwardly in the middle of it all. I pick at my plate for a while, avoiding just about everything on it.
“Mammothrept!” Clove crys
“What?” asks the sandy haired boy across from her, who the insult was obviously directed to.
“You sir are a Mammothrept.” Clove states much more calmly this time. The boy chuckled
“Is that even a word?”
“Of course it is!” Clove exclaims “it means that you’re a spoiled brat!”
“Oh” he laughs “I see” Clove sticks out her tongue at him, making him laugh again.
“Hey guys” The blonde girl I saw in English had made her way over to our table, and is now trying to squeeze in the small space between the Mammothrept and Peeta.
“Hi Cato” she says sweetly, the sandy haired boy smils at her and goes back to his food.
“How’s your day been?” Peeta asks
“Fine” she replies and flips of her hair, reviling a huge bruise on her otherwise flawless neck.
“Um… Glimmer” Clove says “you’ve got something there”
Glimmer slapps a hand over her neck with a gasp.
“Uh, I burned myself with my strengthener this morning”
“Sure” Clove smirks
“Shut up” Glimmer mutters, rearranging her hair to cover the enormous hickey.
“So I take it things with you and Ryder are going well?” a girl beside me asks. Glimmer sighs
“Not really, I think I’m gonna dump him after school.” she shrugs and sticks her fork into the mystery meat.
“You are brutal!” the girl exclaims
“It’s not like I’m trying to break the poor boy heart” Glimmer explains “I’m just not going to commit until I find that special someone” She leans on the table and glances over at the tall boy next to her. Cato seems to be rather interested in something that Clove is saying, and doesn’t notice Glimmer batting her eyelashes. I eventually decide that my food is not eatable and put down my fork. I glance up and meet the gaze of the boy sitting across from me. He smiles. I smile. I look back down at my plate hoping he doesn’t notice the blush creeping on to my cheeks.
And that is Chapter 2! I'd love to hear what you think about it and I'll try to uplode Chapter 3 soon! :)
