You had always wanted to be a boy, since about 10 or 9. Of course you were born to Peeta Mellark as his daughter, but you felt like a boy. Of course your father was absolutely on board, changing your wardrobe and cutting your hair short. But today was your first day at a new school. A clean slate. Nobody knew you were a girl, but you were determined to get into the boy’s friend group.

“You sure you have everything? Your binder is on, right?” Peeta asks nervously, handing you your backpack