My first fanfic, blah, blah, blah. AU. It's terrible probably, but I don't mind flames!

Katniss wandered the hallways of her new school, wondering where locker 279 was. Back in her old school, they didn't have lockers. But she had moved from Asia, so things might be different in America.

"Are you lost?" a girl with blonde hair and clear blue eyes came up to her. "I'm Madge," she added, sticking her hand out.

"I'm Katniss, and yes, I'm lost. Do you know where locker 279 is?" Katniss shook her hand.

Madge gasped. "Locker 279? Really? That's right next to my locker!" She eagerly led Katniss to a row of lockers, one clearly marked 279. Katniss opened it. It was the standard blue on the inside.

Boring blue.

"Cool," she said, grinning with no emotion.

"They're really ugly. But," Madge said, pulling open her own locker, "You can decorate them!"

Inside was barley the boring blue; it was covered with photos of Madge and another girl with brown hair and brown eyes. Madge also had a mirror and whiteboard inside. (framed in pink, with a pink marker)

"Um. It's nice, I guess." Katniss wasn't a girly-girl, but this locker practically SCREAMED girly-girl.

"You don't like it. But that's okay. So, what are your classes?"

"English, Math, History, and then Science. Then I have music and art."

"I have English with you, but that's it. Well, see you in English!" Madge ran off as the bell rang.

Katniss shoved her backpack in her locker, took all her books, and left toward her homeroom, room 259.

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Katniss ended up being late, but the teacher was writing something on the whiteboard and didn't notice. She took a seat next to a boy with dark hair and grey eyes.

"Hi."

"Humph." He grunted, putting his head on his desk again. This was fine with Katniss. She was totally fine being anti-social.

The teacher began to take attendance.

"Everdeen, Katniss?"

"Here."

She kept calling names until the bell rang again. Katniss hurried to English, room 123, knowing already she would hate this day.

Well, the day might be better than when she got home.

Review and tell me what you really think, along with what you think I need to improve.

Question for anyone that wants to answer it:

Have you ever sat next to a person who just grunts and doesn't talk to you?