**Hey, I know I haven't updated this story in forever, but I'm back so yay! I last updated on 12/27/12 and now it's 1/23/13 which means…. I HAVEN'T UPDATED IN A YEAR! *le gasps* Yeah, I know that was probably kind of lame. Oh, well you'll get over it. C; **

(Katniss POV)

Peeta and I make our way up to the front of the class and sit in the two wooden stools Cinna placed there. A lump has formed in my throat and I can't seem to swallow it. So far, my eyes have been glued to the ground so I look up and see at least 20 pairs of eyes fixated on me, while others are whispering to each other. I force myself to swallow and not stare at the ground again. I can do this, just think of dad.

I look over at Peeta who is now is now strumming a few chords on the guitar and he gives me a reassuring smile. Just think of singing with dad; just think of singing with dad. I repeat this over and over again, close my eyes, and then begin to sing:

Deep in the meadow,

Under the willow,

A bed of grass,

A soft green pillow,

Lay down your head,

And close your sleepy eyes,

And when again they open,

The sun will rise,

Here it's safe,

Here it's warm,

Here, the daisies guard you from every harm,

Here, your dreams are sweet,

And tomorrow brings them true,

Here is the place where I love you.

I take a deep breath while Peeta plays a few more chords and finish:

Deep in the meadow,

Hidden far away,

A cloak of leaves,

A moon beam ray,

Forget your woes,

And let your troubles lay,

And when again morning comes,

They will wash away,

Here it's safe,

Here it's warm,

Here the daisies guard you from every harm,

Here your dreams are sweet,

And tomorrow brings them true,

Here is the place where I love you.

The song is finally finished so, I open my eyes and see everybody in the class staring and gaping at me. This makes me very uncomfortable, so I look over at Peeta and see that he is looking at me the same way, but different. I don't even know how to describe his expression. Admiration? No, it seems much more than that. All of this attention is making me squirm and I don't like it.

"What?" I ask. There is no reply; even Cashmere is silent and wide-eyed. After about another minute, Cinna breaks out of what someone could only describe as trance that everyone is in.

"Katniss that was….that….was beautiful. You've rendered everybody speechless. Where did you learn how to sing like that?" he says softly, his voice filled with amazement.

"My father," I say simply, slightly smiling at the thought of him.

"Wow, just wow. That's great. As much as I have loved hearing you sing, this is a class so I'm afraid you must sit back down and listen to the others."

"Okay, thank you," I say while tugging a still gaping Peeta with me.

Once I'm back in my seat, Johanna turns to me.

"Damn Katniss, that was fucking amazing! Look at everyone; they are all staring at you shocked. I have to admit though, it was really good. Congrats, you've got me impressed too." She says with a nudge.

"Thanks. I'm oh so, very honored to impress The Johanna Mason," I say a bit sarcastically at the end.

She laughs and elbows me while I just roll my eyes at her cockiness. I look to my left and see Peeta, his gaze unwavering. I swear, I can feel him staring at me the whole class as I try to focus on the other performances.

The bell rings, so Peeta and I head to our next class which happens to be history with Haymitch Abernathy. He is still staring at me and I'm starting to feel uncomfortable again.

"What, Peeta?" I snap.

"Huh? Oh, sorry Katniss, it's just that your singing is so enchanting that there aren't any words that could possibly describe it. We….we make a good team." He says with a shy smile.

"Thank you and you're not too bad on the guitar, Mr. Mellark." I say nudging him with my elbow.

"Touché, Miss Everdeen, touché," he says taking my hand.

We continue to walk down the hall talking about the performances; evaluating each one. Most of them were very good, even Johanna had a nice voice.

"Cashmere was all right, but nothing compared to you," he says as we take our seats in our history class.

"Yeah, did you see her face after I finished? She was completely dumbfounded!" I say laughing.

He laughs with me claiming that in those few minutes all he saw was me. I blush and he entwines our fingers. We look at each other for a moment and as he opens his mouth to say something, a drunken Haymitch stumbles in.

"Well, lookie here; it seems that there are some star-crossed lovers in my class. Just don't be making out and saying a bunch a mushy Shiite Muslim around me." Haymitch slurs. "Got it?" he asks.

We nod quickly while blushing furiously. He nods too, satisfied with himself and starts to give instruction for our classwork, but only gets about halfway through before passing out and slumping over in his seat and on his desk.

**MUAHAHAHAHA that's right, I made Haymitch interrupt and now you'll have to wait to see what happens in the next chapter which I promise will be their date!Oh, and I hope you all like how I introduced Haymitch. I am from now on going to try to reply to the reviews I receive because I want you to know that I love to read them. :) In case you haven't noticed, I have made another Fanfic, so check it out! Thankee, bye. ILYA XXXX**