A Twist in Our Game (Hunger Games High)

Chapter 1

Authors Note

Hi readers! Just wanted to let you know that this book doesn't have anything to do with my other Hunger Games High book, I just had new ideas that I thought would be cool in a book and there's always room for improvement. Hopefully you like this one as much as my first one, hopefully a little more. Here's A Twist In Our Game :)

~JustKeepSwimming4712

Chapter 1

Katniss's POV

First day of my sophomore year. I don't really get excited about these things, for the simple fact that I strongly dislike school and it's sort of repetitive at school. I do enjoy being with my friends though, well, more like friend. Unless you count Madge, who quite frankly hardly hangs out with Gale and I because she's pretty popular since she's the mayor's daughter. Even though I've never been a fan of big groups, I do sometimes think it'd be nice to hang out with them. More people to lean on in hard times, more people to trust. And maybe this year would be the year since Gales a junior now.

Our school's name is Mockingjay High, mockingjays are our mascot because they represent freedom and strength. They also sing beautifully and we happen to have a very talented group of singers. I love singing, but have been too much of a chicken to try out. It doesn't help with the pressure of walking through the halls of all the famous faces before us who are worshiped because of their voices. Even if I'm good, I'll never be that good.

I would also love to make more friends, just because Gale has a temper. He just says mean things sometimes when one of his girlfriends break up with him. How he deserves better but the girl he truly loves doesn't care about him. I don't know who she is, and I don't care. It's not like romance has ever been a huge part of my life.

I think the reason I stick with Gale is because we both lost our fathers' in the military, we understand each other in that way but almost on nothing else. But he's all I got at school. I just don't talk to him the same way, I don't trust him, if he has the lack of decency to tell everyone about his little brother's crush on a girl, imagine what he would do with my secrets.

And mine are a lot worse than silly crushes, but it was his first crush and he was teased for it for years. Only because he accidently dropped Gale's cell phone. That's why I can't connect with him anymore. I'd never hurt my sister like that, but that's also because she's the only one I keep living for. I love her more than anything else.

I don't mind what I wear on my first day, but most people say it's how you're remembered the rest of your high school year. I don't even remember what I wore yesterday, let alone last year. But high school is high school, and people are weird.

I throw on a forest green tank top with a silver crocheted cardigan and some light colored skinny jeans. I took a shower last night, so my hair is naturally wavy right now, although I'll wear it in a braid the rest of the year. I don't wear makeup, it saves time and there's really no need. Everyone has flaws on their face and I don't know why I should bother trying to hide it. I rather let you know there's zits on my face than do a horrible job trying to cover them up.

My backpack has my notebooks for my classes, I'm in honors for History and English. Math and science aren't as easy, I just don't have an interest in it therefore I don't pay attention, then I get a B+ at the best.

It's not like my mom cares, though. She just goes to work, and then bed. She's a nurse at our local hospital, and she gave me the responsibility of basically raising Prim and keeping the house in shape. She's definitely not what a good mother is, just because Dad died it shouldn't be okay for her to act like we don't matter. Because we are only teenagers, and even though we're becoming adults we aren't yet, and we still need guidance that she doesn't provide.

Gale is driving us to school, he has a car because his uncle got it for him. We don't own a car because my mom walks to work and I get picked up or I walk with Prim.

"First day of 8th grade Prim, nervous?" He asks, when we walk out the door.

"No, not really. I'm used to the drill," She says and smiles.

I smile on rare occasions, some people throw around smiles like they're nothing. But why smile if it's not real?

"That's good," He says. "You ready Catnip?"

That nickname from when we were kids, if only I spoke my name a little louder, a little clearer.

"As always," I say.

I hop in the passenger seat, and Prim gets in the back.

"First day of a new year." Gale says, and starts to drive.