"Annie, why do you have to be so-so-," my best friend Finnick said.
"So what, Fin? So obstinate? So stubborn?" I replied.
"No, I was thinking more along the lines of so annoying."
"Gee, Fin, that hurt," I said feigning sadness.
We've been best friends for as long as I can remember. It's always been Annie and Finnick, not just Annie or just Finnick. We've been there for each other through the good and the bad. We were there for each other for the things that we couldn't face alone like my mother's
death and Finnick's brother and his sacrifice. We stuck up for each other when we thought no one else cared. We've been on trips together, had sleepovers, and been to every family event the other's had. Finnick knows me better than anyone. He knows about the nightmares
and the visions. When others say I'm mad he defends me even though it's probably true. I love him like my brother. We've been through a lot together.