OUCH! Solo Finished

The pain was blinding, Katniss had no idea why she had done it. And to add the pain, she had done it in the Great Hall, during dinner, where everyone could see. Everyone would think that she was a klutz, that she was clumsy. She herself knew she’s wasn’t but everyone else? Well, her nickname had been decided. Quite unlike Harry Potter’s nickname, The Boy Who Lived, her nickname was bad, she would be infamous. How. SEVEN YEARS of torture were ahead of her. This would be the worst night ever. A calming voice spoke in her head. ‘Calm down Katniss. You will be fine’. Fine?! Katniss had no idea what they meant. Nothing would be fine. She was hoping that after the Christmas Eve party someone would want to be friends with her. But nothing changed. She was still the same old Katniss Bang, not Gryffindor, but Ravenclaw wannabe. The next few years would be peers saying, “Who would be stupid enough to scratch their leg with a fork? And their friends would say, “Katniss Bang.” Finally calming down Katniss realised she had forgotten Tory. She was a terrible friend. They were meant to have gone for a stroll after lunch but that wouldn’t be happening. Finally, finally, Nurse Brumby came over to her.